Metal Church

Just the other day
I heard the newsman say
Enemy missiles fired
And coming out our way
Will we all be told
Just who the hell we are
Where we take our ships
Of trade to port calls very far
CHORUS
Beyond the line of death
He says he'll get you
If you dare defy him
To laugh at his orders
Cross over the line
So three ships went down
And all there hands were lost
If he's gonna spit on us
He's gotta pay the cost
You angry little madman
Whith fist raised to the sky
Your people just like sheep
They follow never wonder why
Blood and death his calling cards
They seem as though the answer