Clean your weapon,
Check your load,
Thirty seconds til the next road,
Make him almost want to die,
A wife at home, oh please don't cry.
He knows he can’t just runaway,
He came to be a man today.
What are we waiting for?
See all of the bullets soar,
Say goodbye once more,
This is what you’re meant for.
Give him dust and give him blood,
Hurt the most when they hear his thud,
Boys all grown up in this world,
Told to fight for his girl.
What are we waiting for?
See all of the bullets soar,
Say goodbye once more,
This is what you’re meant for.