rat a tat tatits otheir betrayel 

a couple of grand well 2 in the head his dead 

otheir mortheirshear snap in two

the sound of the bamg it also stays with you 

we our soilders they know the game thats the quote 

he broke the rules it was by the book thats the code 

but bro wasnt it worth it 

other sleepness night for you, is it all worth it bro 

for a few quid and a cheap headline 

know were out on are feet, it be our trun soon 

were chasing everthing but freedom is always out of reach 

know priset says mass to the masses 

no regrade for the young morthier two kids feed abd afraid to opened up 

well the boy next door is quids in its be a good week and so goes the roundabout 

aint no god in this game no pace to be made 

ony misery,demons at play as otheir farthier begs his last reminding son get out well you can am begging you 

but it all in vain as the bang goes of again you never get that sound out of your head