Down south soldier   Third world soldier   My vengeance will be swift and terrible   Many will die.   I am the distance between two points   Forgotten. A Void.   I dig holes brother.   Well, I've got a bone to pick   And a nerve to pluck   A skin to get under   And a home to wreck.   I've got ends to meet   So I've got a job to do.   Acrimonious and sanctified   Call me what you will.   Stick to your guns   The difference is mine are loaded.   Taste the sting of your arrogance   Stuck in this screeching bitch called life   Drop the coins and send you to Charon.   I will have my vengeance   In this life or the next.   Well, I've got a sucker to punch   And a back to stab   A head to kick in   And a throat to toslit.   I've got a job to do   Harsh and unrepentant.   Step back before you're the next to get served   With some Southern hospitality.