Load another magazine In my trusty M-16 Cuz all I ever wanna see Is bodies bodies bodies Prep another claymore mine See the light I’m feelin fine Cuz all I ever wanna see Is burning chunks of bodies Draw my rusty bayonet See the funny looks I get Cuz all I ever wanna see Is rotten stinking bodies Throw some candy on the ground Watch the children gather round Cuz all I ever wanna see Is little bleeding bodies