Lyrics Boots on the Ground - JT Music

Boots on the Ground

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