Clear this field of soldiers,
Take your guns and fight,
Grind them up like folgers,
This is the night,
The night of sabotage,
Fight till it's light,
It might not quite be right,
To kill this many at one time,
But we need to clear this field,
No mercy for the enemies killed,
The weapons we are dealt,
Go into full effect,
Leave their homes wrecked,
We will not back down,
These cries of victory,
The smell of hickory,
And gun smoke you bloke,
It's not any joke,
Just clear the field,
Of these infidels and terrorists,
These broken beach shells,
Spread on the beach,
Are just symbols,
Of the lesson we teach,
We break down the enemy,
Leave them scattered on the ground,
Meaningless and lifeless,
Now gunless and knifeless,
Once with purpose now useless,
And my friends still sit here,
With absentmindedness,
Kill is all we know,
And are here for,
We need to clear this field...
