The Bloody TurncoatsStorm the Barracks Punk/Emo/Ska

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Lyrics for Storm the Barracks Storm the barracks Storm the barracks, 04:00 Avenge my dead comrades Bullet casing somersaulting Onto body bags A Diamond T is fast approaching Senses are enhanced My M240A is awaiting Die upon impact Eerily the perimeter is cast Trip the flares; a dead mans photograph An A-10 Warthog just above the trees A chain fed Gatlin turns ominously I'm convulsing like a brook trout Ravaged in the sand Blood becomes a dark red river This breath is my last Mamas gonna cry tomorrow Drape me with a flag Farewell with no open casket A medal in her hand x