Sign away four years of your life
That’s twenty years of hyper-sleep
Just to hunt for things that creep
See the stars, see the galaxy
Belt of Orion and Saturn’s rings
And lots of creeping crawling things
Corporate colonist creation
Now an infestation
The company that owns you
Says that you’ve got killing to do
Every paycheck is a fortune
Every meal a banquet
We do our jobs and we get paid
Xenomorph is in our midst
Bane of ungrateful colonists
Just empty your clip into it
We are burned, we are bittne
All to serve the needs of them
We endanger species
The company makes them live again
Guns on mechanical arms
Kill with ease
But keep your shotgun handy
For close encounters
Get hot people
We got a job to do
What are you?
State of the badass art
Lean mean
Absolutely badasses
We’re gonna conquer
We’re gonna get some
Insectiod or arthropod
Only need to know one thing
Multi-legged many eyed
Where they are
Cause we’ve got the biggest guns
This is not standup fight
Do your job your just a grunt
This is just a fucking Bug Hunt
Via con dio robot friend
I’ll tell you this again
We always live to see it done
We keep the colonies clean
In space no one can hear
An alien scream
At the hands of Space Marines
It’s a Bug Hunt