Missing from the mission
We're coming for you and we didnt forget,
We'll make these bastards soon regret, ever crossing us, our country and you,
We'll make them pay for messing with our crew.
I've heard the blast and felt the heat, i've smelled the cordite, and seen the pulped meat
I'm glad it wasn't me, but i'm pissed it was him, It's funny how God can end a life on a whim.
I wish i could have told you good-bye, I took your letters and couln't make eye-contact your family and let them know the news, of how this was a life and occupation that you decided to choose.
My blood is pumping, my jaw is taught, a lesson needs to be taught, let the mother fuckers rot, let em burn and bleed, and cry and moan, cause if we can't leave, than they ain't going home. We'll make them pay with sleepless nights, intense fire fights, dead to rights, and surgical airstrikes.
You'll be cleansed and sorely avenged, we haven't lost track of why we're here
Missing the kisses and best wishes and ice cold beer. I want to see my daughter and my wife, but i have to do things here, i have to take life, like a withdrawal from the bank, tightening up our ranks, passing burning tanks, and little local thanks.
I know we're not necessarily good, but we ain't bad, we just do what anyone would, raise this iron to my shoulder, as i get bolder, my heart gets colder. The trigger pull, magazine's full, it all looks cool till you're the packing mule, with a thousand pounds on your back, you begin to hate the people and the place called Iraq.
We're coming for you and we didn't forget
We'll make you all deeply regret about starting shit with the red white and blue.
That's right, we're coming for you.
We'll make these bastards soon regret, ever crossing us, our country and you,
We'll make them pay for messing with our crew.
I've heard the blast and felt the heat, i've smelled the cordite, and seen the pulped meat
I'm glad it wasn't me, but i'm pissed it was him, It's funny how God can end a life on a whim.
I wish i could have told you good-bye, I took your letters and couln't make eye-contact your family and let them know the news, of how this was a life and occupation that you decided to choose.
My blood is pumping, my jaw is taught, a lesson needs to be taught, let the mother fuckers rot, let em burn and bleed, and cry and moan, cause if we can't leave, than they ain't going home. We'll make them pay with sleepless nights, intense fire fights, dead to rights, and surgical airstrikes.
You'll be cleansed and sorely avenged, we haven't lost track of why we're here
Missing the kisses and best wishes and ice cold beer. I want to see my daughter and my wife, but i have to do things here, i have to take life, like a withdrawal from the bank, tightening up our ranks, passing burning tanks, and little local thanks.
I know we're not necessarily good, but we ain't bad, we just do what anyone would, raise this iron to my shoulder, as i get bolder, my heart gets colder. The trigger pull, magazine's full, it all looks cool till you're the packing mule, with a thousand pounds on your back, you begin to hate the people and the place called Iraq.
We're coming for you and we didn't forget
We'll make you all deeply regret about starting shit with the red white and blue.
That's right, we're coming for you.