I hear the choppers coming, Their flying overhead, They've come to take the wounded, They've come to take the dead. Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot to kill Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot to kill My Buddy's in a foxhole, A bullet in his head, The Army say's he's living, But I know that he's dead. Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot to kill Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot to kill I ran to tell the CO, About my Buddy's head, But when I got there, The CO was already dead.. Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot to kill Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot to kill And now the battle's over, The smoke is all around, We wanted to go home, But we're six feet under ground.
