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Sign away four years of your life

That's twenty years of hyper-sleep

Just to hunt for things that creep

See the stars, see the galaxy

Belt of Orion and Saturn's rings

And lots of creeping crawling things

Corporate colonist creation

Now an infestation

The company that owns you

Says that you've got killing to do

Every paycheck is a fortune

Every meal a banquet

We do our jobs and we get paid

Xenomorph is in our midst

Bane of ungrateful colonists

Just empty your clip into it

We are burned, we are bittne

All to serve the needs of them

We endanger species

The company makes them live again

Guns on mechanical arms

Kill with ease

But keep your shotgun handy

For close encounters

Get hot people

We got a job to do

What are you?

State of the badass art

Lean mean

Absolutely badasses

We're gonna conquer

We're gonna get some

Insectiod or arthropod

Only need to know one thing

Multi-legged many eyed

Where they are

Cause we've got the biggest guns

This is not standup fight

Do your job your just a grunt

This is just a fucking Bug Hunt

Via con dio robot friend

I'll tell you this again

We always live to see it done

We keep the colonies clean

In space no one can hear

An alien scream

At the hands of Space Marines

It's a Bug Hunt