With our weapons grade and righteous Gods we'll beat them to the floor
They'll give us all they have but we have more
We'll be left standing
they'll be left in the dust

Take on of mine and buddy, I'll take ten of yours
and I promise you, friend, that you'll tire of it first
******, you'll respect me
if it's the last thing you people ever do

Get a load of all our heroes coming home
fighting for our children over ones they'll never know.
An empire built on battered bodies, beaten by the best
well, here's to you

Celebrate our fictory
Rejoice in a funeral
I don't give a **** about this war
I just want to know how it feels