Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ballad of Clay Carmine, artist - Miracle Of Sound. Album song Level 1, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 19.12.2011
Record label: Miracle Of Sound
Song language: English
The Ballad of Clay Carmine |
| Well now |
| Welcome to Delta, boys! |
| The first rule of the Cog is |
| Boy get your head down! |
| Boy get your head down! |
| Boy get your head down! |
| Born to a world of struggle |
| Raised with my brothers three |
| As I boy I learned through a burnin' world |
| That nothin ever comes for free |
| As soon as I could hold a gun now |
| I was out on the killin' fields |
| Fightin' in a war to save my home |
| From a foe that will never yield |
| But we won’t stop because we’re brothers in blood now |
| We’ll meet again now at the end of the line |
| Try not to think about what fate throws before me |
| Reporting for duty, sir! |
| 'What's your name, son?' |
| Private Clay Carmine |
| (You're a Gear now, son!) |
| Private Clay Carmine |
| (You're a Gear now, son!) (Whoo!) |
| Boy get your head down! |
| Boy get your head down! |
| Boy get your head down! |
| (You're a gear now, son!) |
| On a cold and cruel morning |
| Under a burning sky |
| My brother Ant took a bullet to the head |
| Never even got to say goodbye |
| The very next year as the battle raged |
| Got a letter from my brother Ben |
| It was signed by a 'Sgt Fenix' |
| I knew I’d never see him again |
| But we won’t stop because we’re brothers in blood now |
| We’ll meet again now at the end of the line |
| Try not to think about what fate throws before me |
| Reporting for duty, sir! |
| 'What's your name, son?' |
| Private Clay Carmine |
| (You're a Gear now, son!) |
| Private Clay Carmine |
| (You're a Gear now, son!) |
| Now the cities are laid to ruin |
| And we fight on through the years |
| No end in sight no light of hope |
| Man, don’t it just grind your gears |
| But we won’t stop because we’re brothers in blood now |
| We’ll meet again now at the end of the line |
| Try not to think about what fate throws before me |
| Reporting for duty, sir! |
| 'What's your name, son?' |
| Private Clay Carmine |
| Private Clay Carmine |
| (You're a Gear now, son!) |
| Private Clay Carmine |
| (Don't it just grind your gears now) |
| Private Clay Carmine |
| (Don't it just grind your gears now) |
| (You're a Gear now, son!) |
| (Whoo!) |
| Back in your hole! |
| Boy get your head down! |
| (Oooh, get your head down!) |
| Boy get your head down! |
| (Oh, now get your head down!) |
| Boy get your head down! |
| (You're a Gear now son!) |
| Boy get your head down! |
| (Oooh, get your head down!) |
| Boy get your head down! |
| (Now get your head down!) |
| Boy get your head down! |
| (You're a Gear now son!) |