The Marine

I'm a product of red, white and blue
I'm a child of MTV
I work hard, brother, just like you
Only separation is, I'm a Marine

They said this morning that we're set to deploy
You've got 15 minutes to be off the phone
I called my wife, little girl and baby boy
My wife says she's confident that I'll be coming home

Oh, America, black gold
Like a caravan of devils in the night you screech
Keep your head high
Stay bold and always remember this, if you ever have to leave
If you ever have to leave

We hit the desert a hundred ten degrees
They said it wasn't hot just yet
Oh, but the weight of the world and the weight of my gear
Makes it so hard just to catch my breath

My brother Clarence can't take it anymore
We've all seen things we can't unsee
My only best friend, well she's an M4
She doesn't say much but when she does
It's followed by a scream

Oh, America, black gold
Like a caravan of devils in the night you screech
Keep your head down and do what you're told
And never say a word of this, if you ever get to leave
If you ever get to leave

Back stateside I got a job in the gulf
On a platform of steel bars
I'm working three weeks on and two weeks off
I lay out every night beneath a belly full of stars

You can't shake it if it's under your skin
Drowning in an ocean of oil and sand
But there's food on the table for my wife and kids
I got bigger things to worry about
Than supply and demand

Oh, America, black gold
Like a caravan of devils in the night you screech
Keep your head high
Stay bold and always remember this, if you ever have to leave
If you ever have to leave
If you ever have to-

I'm a product of red, white and blue
I'm a child of MTV
I work hard, brother, just like you
The only separation is, I'm a Marine