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!