Baba Brinkman - Do Or Die lyrics

Automatic rifle in my hands and I hold it steady Got the landing boats, Land-Rovers, and the soldiers ready No one really knows the plan, no one told us anything They just told us we'd be home in twenty or thirty weeks And people in the streets would throw confetti I'm totally sweating; my nerves are just a little bit Tense; I confess, I'm full of adrenaline I stick my head out the window and pull it in again I can't see sh**; it's like the ocean is infinite But somewhere ahead of us is an island fortress Defended by five battalions of the tyrants' forces And the sergeant told us “Gentlemen, this guy is remorseless He tears his opponents apart with wild horses And starves his own people, leaving many a child orphaned And now he's plotting to attack us, so we're gonna try and force him To surrender his power, and his natural resources” Ours not to reason why, just to do or die Suicide mission, crawlin' through a sewer pipe A sniper shot him through his eye; I wrote a letter to his wife To give some meaning to his life, but who am I? Some people say we shouldn't even be in this fight They're outside lookin' in though, so it's easy to snipe But when you're on the front lines and there's no relief in sight You need to find yourself a decent reason to fight I'm fighting for the soldiers on either side of me tonight And none of us give a f** if our leaders are right Man some of these grunts can barely even read or write But you don't need a PhD to un-sheath a knife And come to the aid of your brother in arms We march on for each other under the cluster bombs We're just pawns, you can say what you want about us But I'd like to see you try to play a chess game without us And even those who criticize the cause of the mission Claim to support us, but they give us the wrong equipment That's why I don't even try to listen to politicians I just signed up for the army to pay college tuition Ours not to reason why, just to do or die Suicide mission, crawling through a sewer pipe A sniper shot him through his eye; I wrote a letter to his wife To give some meaning to his life, but who am I? My grandfather fought the Nazis in the Dutch militia He told me: “The chance to fight a just war must've missed ya Too bad no enemy today lives up to Hitler huh?” The old man's got a sense of humour – he's f**in' jester But what's the measure of whether this is a just cause? Even at home we've got some messed up laws I got friends in prison ‘cause they like smoking' up a lot But they've got prescriptions for more potent d** than pot I just chalk up my palms and get a grip on my rifle It's real insightful when you say that violence is a cycle But someone's gotta fight those tyrants and psychos It's my job tonight, and that's how life goes I won't let one member of my company down Any second the bow of this boat will start runnin' aground And we'll hear that thundering machine gun sound So where're the critics at now to pa** their judgment around? Ours not to reason why, just to do or die Suicide mission, crawling through a sewer pipe A sniper shot him through his eye; I wrote a letter to his wife To give some meaning to his life, but who am I?