A Taste For War

Cross hairs on an open brow
Laser dot missed somehow
Projectile hits before the sound
My enemies fall to the ground

You struck first, but we'll strike back
You struck first, but we'll strike last
There will be no surrender now
Even if you do back down

We drop bombs and we keep score
With body bags and a call to war
We drop bombs and we keep score
With body bags and a taste for war

It's a red dot on a map
About to be erased
Push the button with no fear
Cleared to go don't hesitate

You struck first, but we'll strike back
You struck first, but wе'll strike last
There will bе no surrender now
Even if you do back down

We drop bombs and we keep score
With body bags and a call to war
Relentless kills, scattered remains
Quenching thirst and a taste for war
Dropping bombs and keeping track
Feeding on our taste for war

There's an honor to your death
We will make it your last breath
There's a way for saving face
Make a hole and put you in your place

It's a practice we do every day
Training how to lay to waste
If you want war games to play
We will fight every night and day

You struck first but we'll strike back
You struck first but we'll strike last
There will be no surrender now
Even if you do back down

We drop bombs and we keep score
With body bags and a call to war
We drop bombs and we keep score
With body bags and a taste for war
We drop bombs and we keep score
With body bags and a call to war
Relentless kills, scattered remains
Quenching thirst and a taste for war