Victor left commando school in 1969
He worked for the Olympics in the winter
Everybody thought that he was really doin' fine
But something cracked inside his head the war had made his soul go dead
He started killing decent folks instead, instead
Victor what made you go stark raving mad
Did a cosmic explosion go off inside your head
Did all the people let you down
And now you gotta shoot them to the ground
Shoot 'em all down to the ground
Shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em all
The years of learning how to sneak around without being seen
Made it very easy for him to kill, get away clean
He doesn't know he's crazy he really thinks that he's quite cool
Has the arrogance to think he'll get away the poor sick fool, the poor sick fool
Victor what made you go stark raving mad
Did a cosmic explosion go off inside your head
Did all the people let you down
And now you gotta shoot them to the ground
Shoot 'em all down to the ground
Well shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em all
Instrumental (Electric Guitar)
You think your assault on paradise is terrifying
Then no matter how many people you kill you still end up dying
You think you've got it covered that you should be running fast
You don't know it but your next breath may be your last, sucker may be your last
Victor what made you go stark raving mad
Did a cosmic explosion go off inside your head
Did all the people let you down
And now you gotta shoot them to the ground
Shoot 'em all down to the ground
Well shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em all