they get you ready to fight

the fuse is ready to blow

you shoot to kill on sight

they call you g i joe

you never wanted to stop

the smell of burning flesh

the hero marches alone

across the highway of death



it's not a matter of rights

it's just a matter of war

don't have a reason to fight

they never had one before

you're just a killing machine

he's come to take you down

we take the gas that we need

and pump the blood on the ground



they're gonna set you up

so they can take you down

they're gonna suck you dry

they've left the blood to be found

they're gonna rip you apart

you're gonna burn at the stake

cos when it's time to collect

it's only heroes who pay