M.O.D.

Hate Tank

M.O.D.


When you see it coming 
The shit runs down your leg 
A rumble of disaster 
It's much too late to beg 
You didn't heed its warning 
As it's parked on top of your house 
Your baby's crushed to pulp 
You're cornered you cry out 

The Hate Tank 
The Hate Tank 
The Hate Tank 
The Hate Tank 

Its treads are stained with blood 
Of victims who had pride 
Some thought they'd defy it 
All of them have died 
Destruction in its wake 
The mangled corpses rot 
If you think you'll survive... NOT! 

The Hate Tank 
The Hate Tank 
The Hate Tank 
The Hate Tank 

Here it comes, you better start running 
Here it comes, you better start running 

The armored shell coroded 
From blood that now is dry 
Markings left to signify 
The deaths of many lives 
Through many years of silence 
Breaks a horrifying sound 
You turn to look in disbelief 
He's come to hunt you down 

The Hate Tank 
The Hate Tank 
The Hate Tank 
Hate Taaaaaank!