You're on the payroll,
Yet your boss doesn't know you.
You're under 'is control,
to kill and don't argue.
But when the right time come
When the right time come
Your guns, and your bayonets and your bars
I said your guns, and your bayonets and your bars
They just can't help you.
Is your payroll boss, now I think so...
Is your payroll.....
You shoot your brother down, down to achieve a salary.
But woe be unto the many, that put his trust in vanity.
But when the right time come
When the right time come
Your guns, and your bayonets and your bars
I said your guns, and your bayonets, and your bars
They just can't help you.
Is your payroll your boss, now I think so...
Is your payroll, you're under its control..
[Thanks to Humph373 for correcting these lyrics]