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 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?