I've stopped counting all the people I've killed

All the no-good bastards I've drilled

And I always grin and wave goodbye

When I see the light leave their eyes

Because they all deserve to die

And now they've paid with their lives

For all of their lies

And will I care when the rest come for me?

I'll let them fire at their will

And if they get in a lucky hit

If I should be killed

I'll fall in style at their pace

Wearing the smirk of the victorious

On my war-painted face

I've stopped counting all the people that want me dead

How many people want to put a bullet through my head

I don't stop to recognize the signs

The indicators that my life's at the end of the line

I've caused so much trouble in my past

None of those times did I look back

And now I'm gonna pay for all of it

And do I care?

I'll let them fire at their will

And if they get in a lucky hit

If I should be killed

I'll fall in style at their pace

Wearing the smirk of the victorious

On my war-painted face

So I'll let them fire at their will

And if they get in a lucky hit

If I should be killed

I'll fall in style at their pace

Wearing the smirk of the victorious

On my war-painted face