Load another magazine, in my trusty M16. Cuz all I ever wanna see! Is bodies, bleeding bodies.
Throw another hand grenade! Should have seen the mess I made. Cuz all I ever wanna see, Is bodies, broken bodies.
Stab em with the bayonet!
If he squirms you're not done yet!
Cuz all I ever wanna see,
Is bodies, cut-up bodies.
Call some more TACAIR. On that bunker over there. Cuz all I ever wanna see, Is bodies burnin bodies!