Blood and Alcohol

 This one's a winnerGod damn what a killerSharp shooterSoul looterStayin alive 'cause heAint going to hell soonerThan he has toAnd he's a machineFeeds onMRE's and gasolineTank busterLife hustlerHe be walking aroundWith two M16'sAnd he just aint dyingThough the bullets be flyingRight at himBut they can't pierce his skinHe's untouchableEverywhere he's beenAnd with every sinBodies be fallingHe won't stop till it's overThis is all he knowsThe fight is his homeThe blood is his clothesThe glory, his ownThe life he choseNow set in stoneI'll tell yaThis one's a rare metalAlways pushing the pedalAnd he be listenin'For his name on topOf every list he's inGlistenin'They spit at himUnsure what toThink of himThe perfect soldierAnd he's ambitousHe follows his ordersStillThe thought of him itches themThey're getting scaredThey be diggin' a ditch for himThey killing his repAnd burning the restNowIt beginsHe's on the runFriends turning him inGuess nowHe's got noneNot funNot yet,They haven't wonGet readyGet setPayback begunGack, the sound of a gunLack of respect for lifeSack the bodies and send 'emBack to HQ with a note"You wanted a monster?Now you've got one"He's losing his mindShowing his insidesBreaking that thin lineKilling to kill timeBlood is a red wineDrunk, and he cannot feelHis heart is lead and steelThis one is bred to killLost sight of what is realAnd living inside his headHe can kill anyoneHe's having so much funStopped shortHe's on the groundCan't breathOr hear a sound...Fade blackHe's waking upIce packSo many cutsBandaged upBut the blood won't stopDoctors talking with a copAnd mama's crying at the doorDaddy's praying to the lord"Please God, he's just sixteen"Flat linedFade to dream...Flash backsBack packsPacked with alcoholA few friendsAnd their friendsShot glasses start to fallBroken glassShots hit fastBack to backHe downs them allFriends cheer him on"Brandon! Brandon!"He's almost gone"You've had too much""Dude, go lay down":No way":Can't stay:That aint no fun:Gotta run:This party's done"Wait up, your drunk"Shut up, with one punchKnocked outNose bleedBlood spoutGrab the keys:I'll take you homeHe's behind the wheelPedal downTires PeelLost all feelHands freeHits a treeLights out