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