I've got the birds in the sky and ain't nowhere else to hide Running through the bullets like I ain't really shot at My camo dead man swag, but I'm fresh to death, gahdamnit I'm {HOOK} John Rambo, John Rambo Running through the bullets you can call me John Rambo John Rambo, John Rambo One man war you can call me John Ramboooooo!! Somethin's 'bout to blow up, right in the enemy lines I'm fighting the enemy ties I'm boarding the enemy flights,cause this is no felony times I'm running away from a big flame, got one bullet for a big plane Feel no pain, no morphine. Blow shit up like propaine Robin Hood with the bow and arrow; blowing up bone marrow They've got peddles to their metal, but they never get him Hundred rounds popping and they're screaming John Rambo Blood red eyes, blood shot , no ammo. Days dark, runn'n, no enemies get fewer, its like, I never die; it's like, I've got a 2UP