Down south soldier
Third world soldier
My vengeance will be swift and terrible
Many will die.
I am the distance between two points
Forgotten. Void.
I dig holes brother.
Well, I've got a bone to pick
And a nerve to pluck
skin to get under
And a home to wreck.
I've got ends to meet
So I've got a job to do.

[x2]
Acrimonious and sanctified
Call me what you will.

Stick to your guns
The difference is mine are loaded.
Taste the sting of your arrogance
Stuck in this screeching [bad word] called life
Drop the coins and send you to Charon.
I will have my vengeance
In this life or the next.
Well, I've got a sucker to punch
And a back to stab
head to kick in
And a throat to slit.

[x2]
I've got a job to do
Harsh and unrepentant.

[x2]
Acrimonious and sanctified
Call me what you will.

Step back before you're the next to get served
With some Southern hospitality.