Srgt Ripper
Kelsey Lundberg, Mitchell Worthley
You've got my kind of taste
Fear what we've done today
Beasts we're all the same
Strange how you look my way
This is real
What he can feel
The tables turned
He gripped the wheel
His time had come
Under his gun
How high he asked?
We said to run
We said to run
This is when your gut rot rips your face away
Your last offense old trigger man was yesterday
So get down on your knees to donut god and pray
We have to pray
We have to pray
We have to pray
We have to pray