Do or Die - Baba Brinkman

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 shit;

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 fuck 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 fuckin' 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 drugs 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 pass 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?