Same Kind of Moon

Here we are again, bro, just you and me
Same kind of moon, same kind of jungle
Real number ten, remember?

Whole platoon, 32 men chopped into meat
We walk out just you and me
Nobody else right on top

Not a scratch, not a fuckin' scratch
You know who ever got you
They'll come back again and when he does

I'm gonna cut your name
I'm gonna cut your name right into him

We set out traps, pull down trees
Cut down vines, coils, and leaves
Set one special at the base
Hidden by a little bird's nest

Special forces knots the most deadly
Trip wires set, stakes pounded
Only one way in

I broke a razor on my face
Last time, I killed a massive pig
Next time, it is your ass

Demon who makes trophies of men
The bait and the trap is triggered
Energy blasts cut down the log

I fire at the sky we see
The face of the demon
You can't win this, you can maybe get even

Out there past all them trees
Flush the son of a bitch
Sight on arm, now on face
You dodged my little bird's nest



Credits
Writer(s): James Riley, Rich Johannsen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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