What goes around comes around.
In his own iniquity he dies.
faded back to the essence.
Still forced to learn a lesson,
all debts must be settled,
The echo from machine gun
his gun hangs on his shoulders,
Keys swinging back and forth
of the horrible condition.
As he waits for the smoke to clear,
that kept ringing in his ear
Along with gun -bearing troops
Fatigues and wearing boots
Whether night or day you hear him shoot
It's a very unforgiving and
is just a thing of the past
And each and every advance
is more costly than the last
Political forces, land littered with corpses
Like the youth in the street
who gamble and get scarred
Even the troops in the field
Some question their reason
and the recession is so severe
Raised in the shadow of a terrible loss
And the atmosphere of even
A place where the majority
With the agenda not far beyond
It's like either you eat or you
Starving to death until the coroner
in the streets that sat low
are known to bring misfortune
Fueled by his obsessions,
And died of a miserable death
was from the people he left
What goes around comes around
In his own iniquity he dies
Faded back to the essence
Still forced to learn a lesson,
all debts must be settled, no question
What goes around comes around,
in his own iniquity he dies
faded back to the essence
Still forced to learn a lesson,
all debts must be settled,