Boots on the Ground - JT Music

Whenever duty calls, guess who’s stepping in?

Tell the cavalry to saddle up and send 'em in

You start a tenderfoot, harden to veteran

Pressing on is how we honor all our fallen brethren

Soldiers — we were born to be

D-day, this ain’t your normal beach

Hit the shore, we’re storming Normandy

Sure looking forward to your retreat

It’s way too late to sort the beef

Adolph, you’re nothing short of beaten

The price of freedom comes with war

And the fuhrer can’t afford one more defeat

Your bunker’s not so safe

When I got a carpet bomb on the way

I’m raining on your bulls on parade

I got a pocket full of shells and I wanna rage

Came to shut down Auschwitz

Whatcha gonna do now, fritz?

Got these nazis salty

Now I know what sour kraut is

Saw something move in the clouds

Got recon snopping around?

Flack cannons — shooting it down

Nothing but rubble, what used to be towns

Head on a swivel, boots on the ground

Back to where my roots can be found

We’ll all rebuild tomorrow, but we’re starting over now

I’m not alone

Not gonna fall

I know how it goes

When you want it all

Eyes in the sky

Boots on the ground

Now hold the line

We’re rooting down

I’m not alone

Not gonna fall

I know how it goes

When you want it all

Eyes in the sky

Boots on the ground

Now hold the line

We’re rooting down (hura hura)

(hura hura)

So you wanna start a war?

(hura hura)

Then we’ll take it to your door (hura hura)

Only banner you should fly (hura hura)

Is the one that’s solid white (hura hura)

I don’t do it for the glory, no (hura hura)

I don’t do it for my girl (hura hura)

Not for honor or memorial (hura hura)

'Cause we do it for the world

M1 Garand, better get one in hand

I recommend you hit the deck or you’ll be dead where you stand

The kinda rifle deemed fit for a king

Empty the magazine, just for the ping (wo)

Tunnel vision, with no distaction

Trust me, this bolt sees action

Like a tank, I roll with traction

Throwing flames with no compassion

Got that stopping power

So my shit hits hard

I’ll whip out a browning

Just to drop you with this bar

Slug you with a shotgun from an impossible distance

Sniping with a double barrel

Now we’re talkin' the business

Look out!

Don’t let me tag you with an STG

That’s not an infection

But a way that you can remember me

Cuz see, I like a weapon with a little kick

Low recoil, still ripping you to bits

MG15, full metal jacket

Add that attachment into the mix

So which division you pick?

You think you’re sticking with it?

Viva la resistance, send in the bombs

Let that artillery hit (boom)

If victory is out of reach, flip the script

Given our history

And the mortars we’ve been stricken with

Impossible’s an obstacle, over which we’ll get

Unite this infantry, and in the face of Hitler spit

So you wanna start a war?

(hura hura)

Then we’ll take it to your door (hura hura)

Only banner you should fly (hura hura)

Is the one that’s solid white (hura hura)

I don’t do it for the glory, no (hura hura)

I don’t do it for my girl (hura hura)

Not for honor or memorial (hura hura)

'Cause we do it for the world

(Wo-o-a wo-o-a)

Dark symbols hang from banners (Wo-o-a wo-o-a)

The sickles and the hammers (Wo-o-a wo-o-a)

Tear down the propaganda (Wo-o-a wo-o-a)

When duty’s calling — answer

(hura hura)

So you wanna start a war?

(hura hura)

Then we’ll take it to your door (hura hura)

Only banner you should fly (hura hura)

Is the one that’s solid white (hura hura)

I don’t do it for the glory, no (hura hura)

I don’t do it for my girl (hura hura)

Not for honor or memorial (hura hura)

'Cause we do it for the world