When they shoot at your squad mate
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the RPGs break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the map
Or waiting in assignment row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh-hoo - the guns of the olo crew

The experience points feel good
And your stats you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven as in hell

You see he feels like Ivan
Born under the Caspian sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of The harder they come

You know it means no mercy
We caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Camo
Goodbye to the Caspian sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But Oh-hoo - the guns of the olo crew!*

*freely adapted from The Clash - The Guns of Brixton