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Blackwater bulliesI know the type
I've seen all the strutting
And heard all the hype
Something was lacking
Way back in their lives
And something is missing
Way down, deep inside
Burly and brawny
They've got allot to prove
Hard-assed and hard-edged
Is the way that they move
Claiming a love for country and God
They proclaim fidelity to those left at home
But they kill the innocent for a pocket of gold
And, in the end, find themselves all alone
Because life, for them, is a dangerous thing
That must be met with utmost suspicion
So, it's dangerous to approach them
Without their permission
Oh, Blackwater bullies
Yes, I know the type
I've seen all the strutting
And heard all the hype
Something was lacking
Way back in their lives
And something is missing
Way down, deep inside
