Lyrics Mercenaries - Angels & Airwaves

Mercenaries

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