Mercenaries - Angels & Airwaves

Can you come on, and out of the cold

How do we make it out alive?

Get a weapon, lock on the door

Staying awake to stay alive

Hear the volley, knife in the back

Plan of attack, a beady eye

As you follow, weather them back

Flood out a rat, and stab em' dry

Gotcha, come on

Going in deep, falling asleep, an open door

If the battle is drawn up the coast

Pull on the neck and cut the cord

Can you hold it, give me a rope

Come in the lake and find your God

And if you blow it, follow the smoke

Head of the snake and cut it off

Ghosts, harrowing front lines

On the lonely cove, and they left behind

A bit of sorrow

You didn’t need to count me out

In the final push is a little wait

I’m next sometimes

You didn’t need to count me out

When you feel alone, here’s a little hand

Pull my thumb, cause you’re on my mind

You kinda got it, further a cause

Broaden the reach, a little pain.

Like a comet, burn up and die

Heat up and drop, a mile away

Like a disease, without the tease

Light on the feet, an atom bomb.

As your dying, fall to your knees

Fall in the street and carry on

Ghosts, harrowing front lines

On the lonely cove, and they left behind

A bit of sorrow

Ghosts, harrowing front lines

On the lonely cove, and they left behind

A bit of sorrow

You didn’t need to count me out

In the final push is a little wait

I’m next sometimes

You didn’t need to count me out

When you feel alone, here’s a little hand

Pull my thumb, cause you’re on my mind