In Defense Of Our Good Name Lyrics - As The Palaces Burn - Lamb Of God

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