If you grow a set of balls
It just might change your life
There's nothing worse than a beaten man
Who whines and cries with strife

I will not lend a hand
Let them die in pain
And yet I still forgive

Pathetic lack of strength
Your lack of all respect
I've been used before
The memories I've kept
I warned you long ago
Don't ever doubt my mind
Until you clear your head
Then fuck you and your kind

I will not lend a hand
Let them die in pain
And yet I still forgive
Let them die in pain

The enemy falls by my side
The enemy crawls by my side

By my side
The enemy dies by my side