Head Into That Wall Full Force

Buddy knew limits existed.

If a memo came out, he missed it.

By the crack of dawn

Resistance was gone

It was all game on

And no prisoners.

Lazy shot on sight

Into that good night

You better not fight

This feeling.

The slothy now to be reeling.

Rolling up the ilse

While all the while

Buddy be sailing

Through the wailing

Gonna get this bad shit done.