March On To Victory

see my bloody hammer hit the nail
i'm the hellhound on you trail
i'm the fuckin' beast on you back
you rot as you breathe
bathing in plaque

well you know you really
make me gettin' pissed
it's you fuckin' ass
which as hell never gonna be kissed
one thing i love you to do
is to run right into my fist

like a champion no one can trust to
march on to victory
destructive mayhemic
a geek for life-leading fool
march on to victory

you're from the rotten root
of the psychotic sick
i hate the life that you choose
you're a damn fuckin' pig
you're dressed like shit
and smell like it
you cheap little bastard
i hope you quit

you're gettin' away
thoughts gettin' away
you're gettin' away
you'll outrun