Bungendore brothers were 3
Grown out of dirt to a family
Slept to the sound of the shears
Something’s always happenin livin out here
Dad worked hard, Mum was love
3 boys learnt, 3 boys hunt
Droughts would come, they stayed tough
And rise from the dust

And Dad made the call, the boys were at an age
It was time to go to school

Bags were packed for the trip
The family dog embraced the grip
A Bungendore brother’s journey
How much fun this could be
Mum bought tears, Dad stayed tough
3 boys fear, 3 boys chuffed
As the train left the station

Not prepared for the horror awaiting them
They were just kids
Infested by god’s hand picked wretched men

By the grace of god, they were broken
Time and time again
With a fucken amen their souls were murdered
When will this end?
It’s over

3 men go separate ways
Darkened by darkened days
Days are long, nights are long
Get the call - Mum’s passed on
Dad’s sorrow calls them back to the farm
Boys gotta head home

After the wake at the pub
Hearts are sinking onto the mud
Bungendore brothers look at themselves
So much time on the shelf
Mum was love, now Dad’s fucked
We can’t talk, we’re all fucked
Junkie, piss head, black dog, yeah that’s us

The brothers drink the night and fight the morning
The TV in the pub pipes up, it’s a new story
The catholic church won’t take responsibility

After a cunt ton of beers
The brothers hatched a plan
Revenge would set the tone
After two years of gettin clean
And training to be fucken killers
They would make their way to Rome

The years went by, they stayed true to the plan
Leaving with a heart full of hate
And a shake of their Dad’s hand

The 3 monsters have landed
They have come to prepare

Call the connection
Recon, intel
AR15s and phosphorous grenades
Each brother has a combat knife
And two 9mm pistols
12 gauge shotgun
AK47 motherfucker
While a brother wraps gaff around another brother
Dressin’ like the Swiss Guard
Hope it hides a black heart

Ok my brothers, I love yas, we are three
It’s time to bring the wrath and let the whole world see
And on this day they will be the ones to suffer for once
Let’s send these fuckers to their god
And see what he wants to do with the cunts

Let’s go boys, fuck em up!

And so it began
The St Peters bloodbath

Men of cloth torn by bullets
Faces caved in, fatal blood loss
The cathedral repainted with death
Cardinals are set alight, begging for the brother’s knives
The three show no mercy

No mercy
No mercy
No mercy
NO MERCY
NO MERCY
NO MERCY

They reload their weapons
The world will see, this killing spree, revenge was sweet
We got em all, they’re all dead, dead, fucking dead
They’re all dead, dead, see yas in hell
They’re all dead, dead, fucking dead
They’re all dead, dead

All except one

And there he sits laced in gold
And frozen by fear the blood spattered brothers
Engulf his presence
They slowly make their way past the altar
And at this time the old man feels not the hand of god
But the 3 hands of truth

It was the 3 hands of truth

They strip him naked
And dragged him to the altar
12 gauge shotty up his arse
One of the other brothers makes him deep throat a 9 mil
This will be a message from the 3
And you will die choking on your lies
And we will live for eternity
In the history of your demise

We will live for eternity
In the history of your demise

Righto lads, this is for all those people who suffered like us
On 3 - ONE, TWO...

So it’s job and knock for the brothers
Each blood stained hand holds a pistol
To the temple of the brother beside him
“We fucken did it boys”
And with a look of love, some tears and a cheeky smirk
The triggers were pulled
And they fell into a triangle

The Bungendore brothers are free