This is my rifle.
There are many like it but this one is mine.
My rifle is my best friend. It is my life.
I must master it as I master my life.
My rifle, without me is useless.
Without my rifle, I am useless.
I must fire my rifle true.
I must shoot straighter than any enemy who is trying to kill me.
I must shoot him before he shoots me.
I will.... Before God I swear this creed.
My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country. 
We are the masters of our enemy.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until there is no enemy, but Peace and Death.

 Tell me you like it 
Tell me you like it 
You say you found yourself a new sound 
The shit's loaded and ready to go 
A bit too much just like the old sound 
Already heard it for the hundredth time 
One hundred more, all have the same sound 
Running around with all the sheep that you know 
It's so sublime, they're breaking new ground 
They're sure to have another hit this time 

Come on 
Can't you just leave it alone 
It doesn't have any soul 
Just find a thing of your own 
And stop pretending to know 
As the countless numbers hunger for world wide renown 
All the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves 
All searching for the answers they don't even care to know 
Give it to me 
Give it to me 
You like it? 

I'm still surrounded by the new sound 
I've had enough and I'm ready to go 
I'll stranglehold throughout the world now 
The new obsession will fade in time 
A thin reminder of the past now. 
All convoluted hardly ready to go 
Their whines and moans will never last now 
I think you've given us a fill this time 

Come on 
Can't you just leave it alone 
It doesn't have any soul 
Just find a thing of your own 
And stop pretending to know 
As the countless numbers hunger for world wide renown 
All the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves 
All searching for the answers they don't even care to know 
Give it to me 
Give it to me 
You like it? 

As it's blown apart, hundreds thrown away 
Makes me question just what I believe 
Brothers torn apart, mindless drones enslaved 
Makes me search for an answer 
I don't want to know 
It's like a plague from below 
Killing all that I know 
One hundred voices the same 
Drench their sorrow in fame 

As the countless numbers hunger for world wide renown 
All the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves 
All searching for the answers they don't even care to know 
Give it to me 
Give it to me 
As the countless numbers hunger for world wide renown 
All the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves 
All searching for the answers they don't even care to know 
Give it to me 
Give it to me 
You like it? 
Tell me you like it 
Tell me you like it 
Tell me you like it 
Tell me you like it