VERSE UP!!!
Lyrics:
Battlefield America, Torn Between The North And South
And With The Rise Of Morning Clouds, Is When They’ll Bring The Forces Out
The Infantries Of Different Scenes, Marching With A Roaring Shout
Rifles Sighted On The Other This Is What The War’s About
The North Wants The Territory. . .(territory)
The South Wants To Share The Quarry, Leaving Yankies Very Gory
They Started Tearing Glory, Ripped Apart The Stars And Stripes
Divided The United Now They’re Fighting Over Border Rights
They Fire Mortar Strikes, 203’s And Tank Shells
Shredding Through Tha Skies, Just To Dive Where The Rank Dwells
No Brain Cells, The Only Thought Is Kill Em All
Chamber Rounds, Aim Em Down, Trigger Squeeze And Feel Em Fall
Now The North Wants To Steal The Brawl, Fair Fight
To Counteract The Ground War, They’re Calling In An Air Strike
Mavericks, Cluster Bombs, Hellfire’s Bust Upon
Helpless Men Trapped Inside Of Armor, Crushed And Gone
Then The Rush Is On, Blazing With The Gatling Guns
Staring While The Bastards Stunned, Laughing As They Dash N Run
The Last To Come, But The First In The Ring
That Was Until The Flak Cannons Burst At Their Wings
With Fireballs And Smokin Clouds, The Planes Dive, Broken Down
Kamikaze-Style, Hitting Anything That’s On Tha Ground
Soldiers Run And Scatter, Still Battered But Relentless
And Now They Start Chargin Cuz The South’s On The Offensive
Fixed Bayonets, For A Quick Way Of Death
While They Rush To The North, As A Swift Pacing Threat
The Yanks Break Ranks And They Move To Collide
With Screams Of The Battlefield, Moving Their Pride
If It Moves Then It Dies, It’s Keeps Their Hearts Teetered
As The Sniper Teams Crack Shots At The Squad Leaders
Bodies Laying On The Ground, Bullets Spraying All Around
Amidst The Gunfire, There’s Prayers Weighing On The Sound
Armies Swaying On The Mound, Fighting Til Their Last Breath
The South Is Rising Up Again, Providing For A Fast Death
The Yanks See The Weakness And Open For Attack
But The Weakness Is A Stronghold, Opening A Trap
They’re Focused On Tha Back, And Lost Sight Of The Front
Where The South Begins Surrounding, Inviting The Hunt
Back At CQ, The North Knows They’re Losing Side
Knowing This Is Do Or Die, They Order Men To Suicide
Sending Reinforcements, Trying Reinforce This
But Losing Them At Every Post, They Fall As Weakened Forces
The Fed’s Press Forward, And The Yanks Fall Back
But Their Rear Isn’t Open, Their Flank’s Off Track
The Final Wave Is Closing In, Merciless, Approaching End
Eliminating Targets Left And Right, As They’re Going In
The Last Man Alive Is A Captain With A Radio
He’s Dying By A Burning Jeep, Gaspin But Remaining Low
Contact Headquarters, Relaying That They Lost
The Feds Are Near New York. . .Now He’s Saying That They’ve Crossed
“There’s Only One Way” ,He’s Mumbles, “We Can Stop Em Now”
He Says With His Last Breath, “You’re Gonna Have To Drop The Cloud”. . . .
Good Luck Punchd