the image of the images And this is what the image is You buy a khaki pants And all of a sudden you say a Indiana Jones An' a thief out gold and thief
We pistol poppers, chopper choppers, blame it on the bar Yeah, I'm disrespectful, neglectful when I be on that booze I hope your listenin I'm twisted and don't make sudden
they're tearing at our walls and challenging our force A mutiny of our monsters now at war with our lords Destiny all destiny a monster for infinity
I paint my face every year all day the 31st aint nothin to me, another holiday all of a sudden face paintin's in style And I've been doin ever since Gilligan
a soldier quite like me not only does his job but does it happily i'm the fear that keeps you wake i'm the shadows on the wall i'm the monsters they
image of the images And this is what the image is You buy a khaki pants And all of a sudden you say a Indiana Jones An' a thief out gold and thief out
's all about for those who dare Thunder! Lighting! Fighting! Heavy Metal in the night! Monsters! Dying! By axes! Bleeding in the burning light! Face to face with an army from hell A sudden
strong Can't leave it 'lone till they get and they gone So now I'm stylin', my momma 'bout to travelin' He be hangin' with them monsters and they smilin
kill, on the real about this underground lifestyle, intoxicated, an always heavily sedated, Bank's rocks the beat, I grab the mic an bust, turn into a monster