Cup your hands around the candle in your heart
Don't let the winds of terror, tear you apart
No one can ever make you feel ashamed
You're playin for blood in someone else's game
You know the rules. Take orders from fools
In uniforms torn your blood brothers are born.
Blood brothers, litter in the streets
Roamin around like cats in heat
You want some meat, there's nothin around
You need a killin, so you can feel that thrillin
Beatin in your heart like playin in a band
The weapon in your hand is melting in the sand
Blood brothers... I don,t envy you. SOLO
Wrap your arms around the girl of your dreams
Her face aglow, lit up by moonbeams
You know the one. she's waitin for you
She'd like to have a baby or two
She makes you feel just like a real man
The kind who spills blood on foreign land.
Blood brothers....
Won't you cup your hands around the candle in your heart
Don't let the winds of terror, tear you apart.
No one can ever make you feel ashamed
You're playin for blood in someone else's game
You know the rules, take orders from fools
In uniforms torn, your blood brothers are born..
Blood brothers, Blood, You're my blood brothers
But i don't envy you.
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