weighed & found wanting (mongol horde)

Weighed & Found Wanting (Mongol Horde)

Mongol Horde - 1:58
Shot in the face, shot in the hip, shot in the leg,
both ankles too and kind of enjoyed it
Escaped from the camp, jumped out the plane,
chewed half his own damn fingers off and said he enjoyed it
Fought in the first, fought with the Poles,
fought in the second war and more and still kind of enjoyed it
Still found the time to write it all down, well some of it down,
not the names of Women and children but Still he enjoyed the war

Take a good hard look at yourself
Deal with the cards you were dealt
You've got two eyes and two functioning arms
But you're still a fucking weasel.
It's not an empty pissing contest
Because wide-eyed will always suckle the leaders
Come the next gathering storm
We'll be weighed and found wanting.

Bastard at birth, son of a king,
Swearing like a seasoned trooper but he never surrendered
Escaped through the hills, dressed in a sharp suit,
walking solo to the border, he never surrendered
Saw through the reds, called Mao a cunt,
broke up the dinners and the speeches and never surrendered
Understood well, better than most that somewhere deep down
everybody Has to decide a Line that they will not cross.

Take a good hard look at yourself
Deal with the cards you were dealt
You've got two eyes and two functioning arms
But you're still a fucking weasel.
It's not an empty pissing contest
Because wide-eyed always swallow their medicine
Come the next gathering storm
We'll be weighed and found wanting like a weakling child

Despite the arch cynical pose, if we chose to,
There are still some things that we could defend
And when the idealists start marching again
Now tell me, who's going to stop them?
This isn't some empty pissing contest
But the wide-eyed can be relied on to pick the wrong side
Come the next gathering storm
We will be weighed and found wanting

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