I was in NAMM, back in 72.
I was trapped behind enemy lines.
With my entire squad dead.
They thought they had killed everyone.
Except for me. They was right.
Major H, everyone's dead,
it's just me and
Close your eyes tightly,
take heed it might be. What?
The last breath you breathe,
life unsightly.
Fuck that, nervous,
I'm about to spray bullets close range.
Have them dancin' like an episode
of Soul Train ain't chill, money,
they still about a hundred yards away
Let them get a little closer
before you take aim
Damn, how much ammo
can you tell is left?
About a hundred rounds
I ain't cool, cause I smell death
Plus I got the hand grenade in the 9mm
And I put about eleven
bombs in the mine bin
Clever work, sergeant,
they'll be sur prised
when they roll through
Re mind me the minute we
get on to promotion
Yes sir, I got a wife back in post
And if I don't make it back,
here's a letter that I wrote
I ain't wrecked,
but you're gonna make it back
In one piece, bluntly,
with all limbs intact
In the front T, what's the location?
Still about 50 yards
When they get to 25,
you're gonna leave them scarred
Okay relax, deep breath,
as they search on
Don't shoot until they detonate
the first bomb
I got a lock and crosshair,
it's true guerrilla warfare
God have mercy on my soul,
say the Lord's prayer
Just a few more steps,
to hell we sending them
I feel my heart pounding,
plus my adrenaline
There it goes, let him have it
Take that to hell, you bastard
The 10 soldiers left,
but don't take us for a joke
I'm out of ammo,
plus the fucking radios broke
You a green beret,
shoot the smoke
flare off towards the bay
You better pray the chopper
shouldn't be on his way
Give me the hand grenade,
I'm about to throw
it and end this shit
Cause all you got left is
a nine extended clip
I hear the chopper, throw the bomb,
I'll hold the gat
Just make sure it lands
where the most soldiers at
Yes, there's only three standing
Let's be out before the chopper
needs emergency land
You go, I'll hold them off,
this is my worst day
Tell the medic,
I'm gon' need some first aid
Wow, are you hit? Yeah
Son of a bitch, where?
I caught one in the head, one in the ribs
I don't wanna die,
my wife's about to have a kid
I'm still in the barracks,
not enough dough to buy a chair
I'm gonna pick you up,
put you on my shoulders and run
It's gonna hurt some,
come with me,
I'm loading your gun
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