Bleed the enemy
God knows they're all coming after your life
Bleed the enemy
God knows they all had a drink with your wife

And though they smile
Their smiles can be deadlier than
Gomer Pyle's laugh
In the mirror you see her
But won't hear her cry

Bleed the enemy
Mom says they're all coming after your job
Bleed the enemy
Every friend's name is a hit for the mob

In the field you stare off in silence
But peace, it isn't real
There has to be violence
At least once or twice, every day

You're at the end of another day
Of fighting the bad guys
And you're still alone
No one does what they're told
And nobody's growing old with you