LYRIC
Enter the gate
Up in the air we go
Tin can missile
Returning long lost sickos
Leaving a trail
Of rancid entrails
Wrapped around palm trees
As well as necks in Beverly Hills
A trail of inhuman destruction
In the land of the free
Horrible gruesome scenes
Covered in blood and pee
An aftermath of slaughter
A van dripping of blood
Left in an airport parking lot
Not even paid for
Soon enough
The news will spread
Just like fire about all severed heads
Soon enough a legend is born
Of two monsters in a van oozing blood
Up in the air we go
Tin can missile
Returning long lost sickos
Leaving a trail
Of rancid entrails
Wrapped around palm trees
As well as necks in Beverly Hills
A trail of inhuman destruction
In the land of the free
Horrible gruesome scenes
Covered in blood and pee
An aftermath of slaughter
A van dripping of blood
Left in an airport parking lot
Not even paid for
Soon enough
The news will spread
Just like fire about all severed heads
Soon enough a legend is born
Of two monsters in a van oozing blood
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