Pull Out The Pin

Pull Out The Pin

Just as we hit the green,
I've never been so happy to be alive
Only seven miles behind
You could smell the child,
The smell of the front line's survival

With my silver Buddha
And my silver bullet,

You learn to ride the Earth,
When you're living on your belly and the enemy are city-births
Who need radar? We use scent
They stink of the west, stink of sweat
Stink of cologne and baccy, and their Yankee hash

With my silver Buddha
And my silver bullet,
(I'm pulling on the pin,)
Ooh, I pull out, pull out the pin
(pulling on the pin, oh...)

Just one thing in it:
Me or him
And I love life!
(pull out the pin)

I love life!
(pull out the pin)

I've seen the coat for me
I'll track him 'til he drops,
Then I'll pop him one he won't see
He's big and pink, and not like me
He sees no light
He sees no reason for the fighting

With my silver Buddha
And my silver bullet

I had not seen his face,
'til I'm only feet away
Unbeknown to my prey
I look in American eyes
I see little life,
See little wife
He's striking violence up in me

With my silver Buddha
And my silver bullet,
(I'm pulling on the pin,)
Ooh, I pull out, pull out the pin
(pulling on the pin, oh...)