• My rifle is empty.
    My body is weak.
    My pistol is rusted.
    My comrades are meek.

    They have better weapons.
    They've got the big guns
    They have many more people.
    They have such vast funds.

    I bring out my shovel
    I know its the best
    I crack their heads open.
    I do not jest.

    My country can't afford many things.
    My country has me.
    So don't mess with my country.
    Or I'll kill you, see?