Guns Ablazin' - Bobaflex

Now I know now I know

That you’re coming with your guns ablazing

There’s nowhere to go In the end it’s gonna be hell your facing

No, no…

1944, surrounded by Fritz somewhere in France

I’m locked and loaded with the devil in my hands

I think of my wife and unborn child

It starts inside, it’s something wild

Now now you’re you’re thinking thinking like a dying man

Who would question this world

Now now you’re you’re thinking thinking like a dying man

Just before the storm

I asked God what is life and why are we born?

He didn’t say a thing

To hell with peace I’m coming out blasting

Now I know now I know

That you’re coming with your guns a blazing

There’s nowhere to go In the end it’s gonna be hell your facing

I can hear German voices

Coming through the fog

This is it This is it, this is my last stand

One clip left and a sharp bayonet

I think of my wife and unborn child

It starts inside it’s something wild

Now now you’re you’re thinking thinking like a dying man

Who would question this world

Now now you’re you’re thinking thinking like a dying man

Just before the storm

I asked God what is life and why are we born?

He didn’t say a thing

To hell with peace I’m coming out blasting

Now I know now I know

That you’re coming with your guns ablazing

There’s nowhere to go In the end it’s gonna be hell your facing