Bodies stacked in three, counting up the toll The greed in your eyes has eaten all your soul I sit at home I watch you on the news Yeah, I can see you're missing a few screws Won't let you do what you want to Judgment of the world is to die, defy you! Implements of destruction you can see this time it's not a Russian Turbanhead wants to see you dead He doesn't care his life he'll even expend Innocent to genocide Nowhere to run; nowhere to hide Couldn't save your ass even if you tried All you want to do is even up the score It's too real, to deal with a full dose of gore Someone's kicking down your door Ventilated by shells as you hit the floor Theres no fun having to run away from the monkey with the shotgun