Once we jumped off the boat and into the jungle,
we cranked up the volume and marched to our own drummer,
Many nasty things could await me,
Noise discipline had to be maintained,
Sounds carried incredibly far in the jungle,
Had it been heard by any bad boys,
Suddenly my brain screamed stop,
My right leg froze in mid air,
My heart slammed in my throat
The next few seconds took forever,
my hands were shaking,
and my nervous system was in some kind of shock,
then silence got blown apart
Many nasty things could await me,
Noise discipline had to be maintained,
We cranked up the volume,
and marched to our own drummer
in the jungle x4
We cranked up the volume and marched to our own drummer
in the jungle (repated)
many nasty things could await me,
oise discipline had to be maintained,
but we cranked up the volume and marched to our own drummer
in the jungle x4