Invade on your own risk, expand your ego
Popularity sink, you don’t stand for the people
Old bitter dictators coming out their holes eager
To showcase power for the casualties they lead
Some still fall for the same routines
If it didn’t work then, why would it work for real?
Only a bully sends his men to die to show his supremacy
While disregard civilian lives demanding free democracy
Defending human rights to oppose tyranny
A real leader stands next to the people for the victory
And don’t use binoculars to see if the coast clear
While getting off his high chair before everyone’s dead
If your own people against you, you already lost
And can’t deny the mask of sanity is falling off
A real one stays with his people against all odds
While a coward leaves them to die for his own cause
Invade!
Ingrates!
Desperation leaves you afraid
From his!
High chair!
He incarcerates when they don’t speak the same
Invade!
Ingrates!
Rising blood pressure boiling in his veins
From his!
High chair!
Abandoning your soldiers, and filling up their graves
If you think your massive numbers can terrify the world
Then take a shot of vodka, to calm down the nerves
Old school like a Bolt rifle with no scope, combat
Add the screams of 505 dead comrades
Taijka Ampuja, bullets hit the chest
Psychological stress whispering: Belaya Smert
There ain’t enough liquor that could ever repress
The trauma that the soviets wishing they forget
Became so desperate when corpses added up
While the Finns got drunk of Koskenkorva, red solo cup
Bringing everything they had to take out 1 gun
One got his lucky shot, still wasn’t enough
With half his mouth shot, he did not drop
Reminding 20 000 soviets, in the wrong spot
Moral of the story, your massive numbers ain’t enough
No matter how tough it look, they still backed off
Invade!
Ingrates!
Desperation leaves you afraid
From his!
High chair!
He incarcerates when they don’t speak the same
Invade!
Ingrates!
Rising blood pressure boiling in his veins
From his!
High chair!
Abandoning your soldiers, and filling up their graves
With the intent to offend insecurities of liars
Tantrums of narcissist behavior when the p#ss# Riot
Even tired of his own citizens, so he blinds them
By censorship, propaganda, like a true tyrant
Since he won’t stop there, in need of bigger borders
When the people protest, turn to Martial law orders
If they use certain words, handcuffs ’round the corners
Soldiers wonder why they got attacked by rocket mortars
A training exercise, in fact, a hostile invasion
On a need-to-know basis, now a war declaration?
On their fellow man, their neighbor’s country maintain
Defenses, fighting back against a Dictators campaign
While the whole world condemns his inhuman approach
Because he feels the need to show off his strength to the globe
Bombing civilians, mask sagging off like botox
Enjoying caviar and wine, safe distance from the rooftop
Deep jealousy flowing, low morale falling lower
Old orders get rejected, ignored by their poking
No sugar coating tyranny committed by the sick and bitter’s greed
In reality, war has no winners
History has proven what men will do to their people
Once they got a taste of power, they’ll justify evil
A war to end all wars, someone didn’t get the memo
So pass the ammunition, consider this my demo
Invade!
Ingrates!
Desperation leaves you afraid
From his!
High chair!
He incarcerates when they don’t speak the same
Invade!
Ingrates!
Rising blood pressure boiling in his veins
From his!
High chair!
Abandoning your soldiers, and filling up their graves
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El Bandito Lyrics – Belaya Smert