(Said in a low soft voice right before the actual song begins)
{Summer of 1812
Down the gulf of Mexico
A young man made a difference
That those history books have never told}

Pick up your sword boy
The time to fight has come
There’s no way out you got
To stand your ground or run.

This battles been coming
Since before you were born
Don’t act afraid son
Don’t let your mind be torn.

What’ll it be
Brains or brutality?
How will you win
When the war remains?

Your in the spotlight
Your on the stage
You only get one shot
To change your fate
So guns or guitars
What’ll you take?

Kill em with a bullet
Or get em with a sound
They’re advancing on your ass
A decision must be found.

Don’t hang your head
Or start to cry
Cause when you die
No one will sing a lullaby.

Raise your head son
I see the fire in your eyes
With a smile and voice
Of steel he said they’re all
Gonna die.

Your in the spotlight
Your on the stage
You only get one shot
To change your fate
So guns or guitars
What’ll you take?

He grabbed a guitar
Played a haunting melody
They lines up like zombies
A frightening sight to see.

As he played his sad
And mournful song
His regimen came
And shot them

One by one
They did fall.