Chest-high wall, oh chest-high wall, the one that I adore
We've been an item since the day we met in Gears of War
Some days you can be narrow, and some days you can be wide
Some days you're just an office desk I pushed over on its side
But when I press my cheek to yours, I know you won't desert me
Bullets fly by overheard, but none of them can hurt me
You're not like other women, you don't cry or try to run
You've got no icky girly parts that ooze upon my gun
We've been an item since the day we met in Gears of War
Some days you can be narrow, and some days you can be wide
Some days you're just an office desk I pushed over on its side
But when I press my cheek to yours, I know you won't desert me
Bullets fly by overheard, but none of them can hurt me
You're not like other women, you don't cry or try to run
You've got no icky girly parts that ooze upon my gun
I take a rocket to the face and a shot to the balls
But it’s ok I got my good friend Chest High Wall
Hiding in cover behind my wall I will hover
And in a couple of seconds I will be fully recovered
Cause I’m the shooter guy, shooter guy
Laws of physics and logic need not apply
I’m the shooter guy, shooter guy
As long as I got my wall I will never die
