Into the Cyclone Lyrics

INTO THE CYCLONE

What you call hell, he calls home
Don't understate, he got balls
The misfeasance, he'll beat it
All the prisoners will be free

Ride a copter or a tank
Doesn't see the difference
If a weirdcong attack him
Better if he had no dream


INTO THE CYCLONE Destroy you
RUN IN THE JUNGLE None can do
INTO THE CYCLONE YOUR LAST RIDE
Fight for the moment TILL YOU DIE
INTO THE CYCLONE Can' t break loose
MR. JOHN RAMBO Will pierce through
INTO THE CYCLONE TRY TO SAVE
And go with tango TILL END GAME


A little gun he will refuse
His lucky charm's ready for use
Against armies lone proceed
An M-60 attached to the skin

Diplomatic way ignore
Machine gun an ancient love
Explosive arrows shooted away
Are enough for stop your claim



Roam alone and speak with no one
Work with monks and kill remorseless
Infiltrate the enemy camp
Devastate in great pomp their gear
Falling in a ravine just cut
Self medication no flinching
What? Who do you think he is God?
No, God would have mercy he's not!