They all look the same No one really knows their names Their minds are wandering To fuck and kill is all the same Lock and loa boys Don't ask why I think morality is moonshine Make mom money Make dad proud Spread God's word around with a gun in my hand We get high watching war on channel 5 The zero's don't care Fire fell from the sky that night and we got drunk on cheap beer I think that God is mocking us Wearing green in the dust Oh, its kind of hot in here I'd do anything for a beer Gun in my hand