He makes his sign, and he leaves his smell At the scene of his crime Its his day in hell And there's smoke in the sky, and there's fire in his eyes At the scene of the crime How many have died And he waves his flags, and he sells his cause And we count the cost, of the lives we've lost And he shows his hand ,and he shows his soul At the scene of the crime.......my blood runs cold It's an endless war, and he infects his child
At the scene of the crime He walks a murder mile He shows no sense, and he shows no remorse At the scene of the crime We all play his cost.........aw yeah! He makes his sign, and he leaves his smell At the scene of his crime Its his day in hell And there's smoke in the sky, and there's fire in his eyes At the scene of the crime How many have died