One Last Goodbye... Blood runs cold, through the veins of the dead. He walks along the paths of tears long shed. The time had come for one final goodbye. Was he even able, without being high? He grabbed the gun from his deep trench pocket. He shot the girl strait through the locket. Before she fell he turned the gun, the trigger was squeezed and the revolver spun. The bullet struck true, it took his #life. No more pain and no more strife. Down with the bitch that he called his wife. She'd broke his heart by being a whore, so he showed her the way strait to hells door. And so ends the story of love once adored.

Angry Men Victors of this hallowed ground, you stand so brave and tall But be prepared you bastards, your all about to fall We will rise again, hear our battle cry " give me liberty or give me death, I'm not afraid to die" So fire, fire, fire, your guns but be prepared to run, for a lot of men who want there freedom back are coming for some fun

Bad Day Your sitting in the pub It was just one of those days You got fired again Stupid boss, what a pain So you've have a few already when the girl comes in the door So you slide too close and spill her drink, she calls you a filthy boar You say hey I lost me job, will ya give a guy a break Then the sweet young girl says, go jump in a lake Well at that you give a whistle, say, " a feisty one it seems You try to sneak the lass a kiss the barman says sweet dreams You wake up in the lock up, say "eh what the hell I do?" Then the lass comes around the corner of the sell dressed in police blue. Oh boy, what an awful night for you.

WW2 Bullet flies left, another goes right. For God and country, All men must fight. So I run through these trenches, pray not to get hit. Just can't believe we're neck high in this shit. Brothers in arms we stand as one, after done with one wave here comes another one. Keep fighting boys, no turning back now, we fight as a force that will never go down. I've got your back, you've got mine, everyman here must find his spine. There's old glory flying high on that hill, with our own cold dead bodys she will be flying still. Hold her up boys, no retreat, we shall deliver to the enemy a great defeat.