Make Yer Bullets Count Lyrics


theres a messed place just out west

its where they administer the test

building in white with clowns all deep inside

they call it funhouse 45

cos were locked and loaded yeah

make yer bullets count

digging their claws in our hides

tearing us to pieces left and right

learning us the law of the land

blind mice, heads dug into snad

cashing checks from all we've earned

a vicious cycle well never learn

hate your neighbor love the one god

empty your wallet for the fraud