Текст песни Arms of Victory - Fyrce Muons

Well they come down low
And they strike with fire
And the gasoline fumes
They smell like victory
And the village burns
And the jungle burns
And the men in suits
Sit around the table
So the force of love
And the force of foe
Beat a path inside you
And around the heavens
Napalm is the goddess of all the jungle
She comes down to strike without warning
Burn, burn, burn the flesh
Burn the jungle, burn vegetation, burn forever
My God, napalm I love you
And around the clock
And around for miles
Antiseptic guns
For a war of children
And the folks at home
With a brand new Ford
And they buy the homes
And they buy the products
That the boys protect
With their arms and legs
And annihilate
All the slant eyed children
Just keep going there, nobody at home is buying this thing
But who cares, cause this is what we're gonna do
And if you don't like then you're un fucking patriotic
You gotta get into this thing man, we gotta get rid of those commies man
You gotta kill the commies man, and you gotta get rid of all of them
They're gonna overrun the earth, you're whole existence is gonna be the commies man
They're gonna come into your neighborhoods
And they're gonna take your Schwinn bicycles
And they're gonna grab everything they can and turn it into commie goods
We can't have that, we can't have commie goods
Hell no!