Текст песни Expendable Youth - Slayer

Gun down cold on a raw deal
Home turf, my battlefield
In no one's way, caught in a crossfire
Stray bullets can kill
Expendable youth fighting for possession
Having control, our principle obsession
Rivalry and retribution
Death the only solution
Injured soul on the hard ground
Head blown off face down
Lying in a pool of blood
An accidental death homicide
Expendable youth fighting for possession
Having control, our principle obsession
Rivalry and retribution
Death the only solution
Struggling to survive in this drug induced warfare
Having control, our principle obsession
Expendable youth fighting for possession
Violence is only a friend
Expendable youth fighting for possession
Having control, our principle obsession
Rivalry and retribution
Death the only solution