The Colonel Lyrics

Huntsmen The Colonel

Grab your rifles, man the gates

There's a tribe of wanderers coming, annihilate them

Spoils of war will soon be yours

There's one running, get her in the leg!

Now drag her to me, I'll laugh while she begs

Spoils of war will soon be yours

The Colonel will take care of you, he'll feed you and bring you in

Cast off your burdens my sons, let your hearts hear only him

I was a decent man once, three kids, a model wife

A satellite hookup, a fat and happy life

But when the fire rained, and the wound cried, a beast was born and a decent man died

A monster was made, and a decent man died

Hush up now child, I'm doing this out of love
The Colonel will take care of you, he always does

Lie, cheat, kill. I should've been a pair of cold claws just scraping my way across this earth

And every last angel wept to see the devil give birth

Don't be frightened son, I'm a man, same as you

And if you saw the apple hanging, your belly full of desolation, you'd have eaten it too