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"Praise God and pass the ammunition!"
And we'll all stay free!
So you see the s**t's hit the fan
and we're gonna bite the dust
In this sodding case,
a blessing is a must!
So with every shot we send a prayer
to the Lord of our Religion
God, ******** those bastards up!
As we swing into position!

Their attacks have blown up
too many of our buildings
Our fortifications are comin'down
we're sniping from the ruins.

Still we raise our voice in praise,
though ash makes it hard to see,
"Praise God and pass the ammunition!"
And we'll all stay free!

All around us is the smoke
of a hundred burial pyres.
war is not fun, nor a joke,
not like on the flyers.

My friends are all a-restin'
in the graves six feet under.
Their homes they are all empty
the enemy has plundered.
we're all alone and s**t, we're scared,
Our numbers, they're a sinkin'
though the enemy's a dyin'
we feel as though we're fryin'

Yet here we are, and here we stand,
in ash and smoke and flame.
and though this ciy falls,
we'll die calling on your name!

"Praise God and pass the ammunition!"
And we'll all stay free!

we're paranoid, every man and boy,
each tiny noise and mote,
could mean we're toast
'fore we can boast
of gaining victory
Still we cry,
a protest 'gainst this villainy,
"Praise God and pass the ammunition!"
And we'll all stay free!

We lock and load
swear and goad
and the gunshots blaze,
a burning repercussion
and we know this war's a craze
but this fact ain't in discussion!

So since they're trying to kill us all,
and make of our lives a mockery,
We'll make sure we take them with us when we fall
and make their deaths a misery!

"Praise God and pass the ammunition!"
And we'll all stay free!

Yes we know the good Lord said
"Be kind to one another"
he also said "Treat them all as your brothers"
But dear Lord, please understand,
we can't be the peace maker.
when we know, each word they say,
our enemies are fakers.

at times like these adrenalin's a thriller,
thank God for that,
we need the edge!
the enemies are bound to be real killers!

"Praise God and pass the ammunition!
And we'll all stay free!"

So in times like this,
you can't afford to be a politician.
Save us Lord, we're five minutes away
from falling into perdition.
So with each slash and block
each feint, defensive parry
we hope You ******** those bastards up
'cause God, you know they're freaky!

Still, though the city's falling
and even the rats flee
we stand athwart their mocking
and refuse their mockery
Their jeers, they are annoying,
yet we will not rush in or flee,
Our cry we'll still have spoken
though our bones be broken
"Praise God and pass the ammunition!"
And we'll all stay free!

So while the s**t hits the fan,
and the bombs are flying
the monster's got us cornered,
and our allies, they're all dying
We've only got one request,
as we hit critical condition!
God, send our enemies to hell!
Praise God and pass the ammunition!
And we'll all stay free!