No Remorseful Reply

Beatallica

This happened once before

We smashed in your door — no reply

You said it wan't you

But I put your head through your window



War without end (x2)

I know that you saw me

As I looked down to kick in your face



I tried to telephone

Before I trashed your home—the strong survive

Cuz I know where you've been

And I will bash right in your door



Bullets they fly, people they die

Die right by my hand

I creep across the land — death is near



No mercy for what we're doing

No thought to even what we've done

We don't need to feel the sorrow

No remorse to the helpless one



I tried to telephone

Before I trashed your home — the strong survive

Cuz I know where you've been

And I will bash right in your door



Bullets they fly, people they die

Die right by my hand

I creep across the land — death is near



No remorse