Sunday, May 6, 2007
YOU GOT TIME TO DUCK?
Here we go again, bro...just you and me. Same kind of moon, same kind of jungle. Real 'number ten,' remember? Whole platoon, 32 men, chopped into meat. We walk out, just you and me, right on top, not a scratch. Not a fucking scratch. You know, whoever got you, they'll come back again. And when he does I'm gonna cut your name right into him. I'M GONNA CUT YOUR NAME RIGHT INTO HIM.