Militant babies came to me
And tole me Don`t be afraid to try
Phenomenal stuntkids in the street
Popping out of the black ghost pie (it pleases the chef)
Fearless ones-cracked up Jack and Jill
They`re down there in the bunker still
You look like a sniper anyway
I`m not behind the fighter jet
I`d much rather back a simple girl
I`ve seen your plan and it`s all wet
A noseload of prophecies coming to me
Caught in the trap where bravery steps
A wounded mercenary bleeds
In the hall of fantastically fine things
Where the path of glory leads
Lately I think it`s grown too hard
Coming up with the winning card
But who`s gonna beat them in their own backyard
(A motion to remove the entire staff.
Don`t forget the double crossing crew)