
Here we are again schmoe... Just you and me. Same kind of moon, same kind of jungle. Real number 10 remember? Whole platoon, 32 schmoes chopped into meat... We walk out just you and me, nobody else. Right on top huh? Not a scratch... Not a fuckin' scratch. You know who ever got you. They'll come back again. And when she does I'm gonna cut your name right into her... I'm gonna cut your name into her!