Underwater, trapped inside a sinking bunker
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twenty-five feet below a german Junker
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Doctor Venom points the 30 Browning
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gotta stop his plan, gotta save themselves from drowning
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Kwinn turns to Snake Eyes, and winks his eye
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the water's getting higher, gotta make a break or die
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Cross yourself for the Virgin Mary
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don't turn your back on a mercenary
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[Chorus:]
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The first one dead gets his body plundered
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they hit the beach at o-six-hundred
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Saving the world, while the world's asleep
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get your American Flags while they're still cheap
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It's do or die
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dropping from the sky
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Pack your camies
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red eye to Miami
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Some German bomber circa World War Two
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just enough fuel for a three man crew
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Trigger finger itching from the lack of sleep
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from Sierra Gordo to Miami Beach
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Venom has some toxin for your twenty dollar bills
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but Snake Eyes is a Ninja from the Yokohama hills;
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Better pray hard that this plane don't land
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Or he's gonna throw down like it's Vietnam
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Red Eye To Miami
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Roper |