Lyrics Rambo - Wednesday 13
R-A-M-B-O
Blow
em
up
like
Rambo
He
is
a
killing
machine,
He′s
the
best
combat
vet
that
you've
ever
seen,
And
now
he′s
all
alone
And
what
you
call
hell
he
calls
home,
He
was
just
walking
the
streets,
Some
cop
had
to
push
his
authority,
He
just
wanted
some
lunch,
But
when
they
fucked
with
Rambo,
they
fucked
up,
R-A-M-B-O
Blow
em
up
like
Rambo
You
need
an
army
against
this
man,
And
don't
forget
a
good
supply
of
body
bags,
One
thing
he'll
say
to
you,
"Murdock,
i′m
coming
after
you"
R-A-M-B-O
Blow
em
up
like
Rambo
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