Those stories spoken proud
Those stories spoken loud
'Round the fire in the night
Tales are told 'bout men that showed no fright
In the jungles of El Salvador
In the suburbs of Beirut
Through the underground of New York City
The whispers goes...
Hot bad Commandos (Commandos)
Huntin' in the night
Hot bad Commandos
When the moment is right
The silence makes the sound
The darkness covers ground
Yeah, you pray for your life
Only visual is that cold, cold knife
Tell you it will happen overnight
Not a sound just a silent fight
Well, maybe you will never know
The whisper goes...
Hot bad Commandos (Commandos)
Huntin' in the night
Hot bad Commandos
When the moment is right
Hot bad Commandos (Commandos)
Fightin' in the night
Hot bad Commandos
When the moment is right
Hot bad Commandos (Commandos)
Huntin' in the night
Hot bad Commandos
When the moment is right

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