One bullet flies, Its going threw me, One shoot, One kill. I should pe proud. So bad, so sad, I'm going, houmie. Up on the hill, I'm going out.
I'm going out.
My rifle fell, Can't feel my fingers, I think, i'm dead, I should pe proud. My blood on grass And fight keep singing, That's not my deal. I'm going out.
I'm going out.
I'm going out.
I fought for land, For our country. My sergeant said, I should be proud. Forfive me, Mom, I'm going under. Forgive me, Dad, I'm going out.