Who so ever... touches one hair... on yon grey head... dies like a dog.

March on!

Dogfight. Backbite. No one way of winning.

Please squeeze. Move your knees. Make way for a new beginning.

Hot cash. Backlash. Running from a living

Look around for new ground.

Make way to enter heaven

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Wasted men feeding on the scraps

Dogs of war waiting in the traps

The hounds of hell. Machine gun fire

Memories of a fool for hire

Chorus

There may be danger in your head

You'll never know until you're dead

Royal Squire! He'll be there!

Cause he's caught up in the game

Chorus

Chorus

The dogs of war and the hounds of hell!