Boots on the ground

Letra

Big legs dangle from a helicopter hole
Big chug rhythm it’s gotta be now ho!
Brown, mean and young
Dumb and full of cum
What can you use a marine for
This is a fucking ass machine gun war

With your boots on the ground
Boots on the ground
Boots on the ground
Boots on the ground

We trim your hedges, we fight your wars
Wait in the trenches, and we fuck ‘til we’re sore

Boots on the ground
Boots on the ground

Born shiny bullets in an army of ants
Blow that horn, we sleep in our pants
Big titties, big titties
Well we holler and we burn down cities

Boots on the ground
Boots on the ground

Shootin up the town
Stayin in the hole until Jimmy Hoffa is found
With my boots on the ground

Well something goes tink when the cartridge is spent
Where do you think all your cartilage went

Boots on the ground
Boots on the ground

Now who the hell are these federal pricks?
Hiding in the senate like a bloated ass tick
Air conditioned fuckstick loafers
Sittin in a room full of army posters

A coal to a diamond, a vote into law
They Campaign up all the blood they can draw
Mold your world, a soldier’s just clay
How much does every soldier weigh?
Cut you off at the ankles and they throw that away

Boots on the ground

It’s cold and hot, as Satan’s .hoof
Spinning on the world I’m hiding on a roof
I kill a brown man I never ass knew
Choked on spit and then he turned blue
He spattered black blood, he rolled fin out
He died right here I got the pearl from his snout
A puff of gray smoke from the tongue of a cloud
He rotted in the sand and all that they found was his
boots on the ground, boots on the ground, boots on the ground

All that they found was his boots on the ground, boots on the ground

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