Lyrics Wednesday 13 – Rambo

R-A-M-B-O
Blow ’em up like Rambo
R-A-M-B-O

R-A-M-B-O

He is a killing machine
He’s the best combat vet that you’ve ever seen
And now he’s all alone
And what you call hell he calls home
He was just walking the streets
Some cop had to push his authority
He just wanted some lunch
But when they fucked with Rambo, they fucked up

R-A-M-B-O
Blow ’em up like Rambo
R-A-M-B-O
Blow ’em up like Rambo

You need an army against this man
And don’t forget a good supply of body bags
One thing he’ll say to you
«Murdock, I’m coming after you»

R-A-M-B-O
Blow ’em up like Rambo
R-A-M-B-O
Blow ’em up like Rambo

R-A-M-B-O
Blow ’em up like Rambo
R-A-M-B-O

R-A-M-B-O
Blow ’em up like Rambo
R-A-M-B-O
Blow ’em up like Rambo
R-A-M-B-O
Blow ’em up like Rambo
R-A-M-B-O
Blow ’em up like Rambo