They get you ready to fight
The fuse is ready to blow
You shoot to kill on sight
They call you G.I. Joe
You never want it to stop
The smell of burning flesh
The hero marches alone
Across the highway of death
chorus:
Birthrite (?) x 8
It's not a matter of rights
It's just a matter of war
Don't have a reason to fight
You never had one before
You're just a killing machine
It's time to take you down
You take the things that we need (?)
Right from the blood on the ground (?)
chorus
They're gonna set you up
So they can take you down
They're gonna suck you dry
There's nothing left to be found
They're gonna rip you apart
You're gonna burn at the stake
And when you're done it's too late
It's only heroes that pay.