On a cold empty evening, on a shuttle bound for nowhere
I met up with a Walther, model P version 38.
And as I sat down there in silence, the gun began to Transform,
Into a giant evil robot, and this is what he spake:

He said, "Fool, I've made a life, out of takin' what I wanted,
And crushing into molten slag, anyone who tried to fight.
And now, well how ironic, I'm feeling rather kindly,
So if you listen closely, I'll point you toward the light."

Well I saw his fusion cannon, and the helmet that he had on,
And I'll tell you this Decepticon really gave me quite a fright.
Then he began to lecture, on the way to be a leader,
'e said "If you're gonna fight the war, boy, ya gotta learn to do it right.

"You gotta know when to shoot 'em,
Know when to boot 'em,
Know when to run away
And know when to fly.
You never blame yourself
For the failure of a mission.
They'll be troops enough for blamin'
When retreatin's done.

"Every leader knows that the secret to survivin'
Is using up as many troops, as you need to get away.
Cause after all they're fodder, an expendable armada
And you and your lietuenants are the ones that need not stay."

And when he finished speakin', he went back to his schemin',
Transformed and blew a hole right in the shuttle door.
"Decepticons, attack!" was the last thing I heard spoken,
As explosive decompression, blew my heart onto the floor.

You gotta know when to shoot 'em,
Know when to boot 'em,
Know when to run away
And know when to fly.
You never blame yourself
For the failure of a mission.
They'll be troops enough for blamin'
When retreatin's done.

You gotta know when to shoot 'em,
Know when to boot 'em,
Know when to run away
And know when to fly.
You never blame yourself
For the failure of a mission.
They'll be troops enough for blamin'
When retreatin's done.

You gotta know when to shoot 'em,
Know when to boot 'em,
Know when to run away
And know when to fly.
You never blame yourself
For the failure of a mission.
They'll be troops enough for blamin'
When retreatin's done.