Sangtekst: Overkill. The Killing Kind. Battle.

It's not like you can just kill me
Actually, it's a lot like that

Whatcha, whatcha gonna do?
Who who who ya gonna screw?
Play it like ya really bad
Fire!
Wanna, wanna be the man
Doin' everything ya can
Play it like ya really bad
Tired!

Can I interest you in nothin'?
Will you buy my disease?
You can take what you want
You can have what you need
Can I interest you in nothing' ya
I think you'll be pleased
If you're lookin' for war
Open the 1, 2, 3 door

Bleedin' like a stuck pig
Play it like you're really big
Bleedin' like a stuck pig
Don't matter!

No one loves ya baby now
Without sayin' please
And you got blood on your hands
You got dirt on your knees
Can I offer you salvation
Yeah I think you'll agree
You're about to fall, about to fall
About to fall, about to fall

The battle, the war
The battle, the battle
The war, the battle

Inside job, ya got a revolution, yeah
Napoleon had less rage
Self made mob
Ya need an institution
Yeah, ya need a full time cage
Why do you stay here?
Why do you roam?
Kaos feed the big man
He ain't going home, ain't going home

It's not like you can just kill me
Just kill me
Kill me, kill me

Disciple of Kaos
A self made man
Disciple of Kaos
That's what I am
Disciple of Kaos
The silent roar
Disciple of Kaos
Open the 1, 2, 3 war

The battle, the war
The battle, the battle
The war, the battle

Whatcha, whatcha gonna do?
Who, who, who ya gonna screw?
Whatcha, whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha, whatcha gonna do?
Who, who, who ya gonna screw?
Whatcha, whatcha gonna do?