realpolypro
29 November 2000, 00:05
Hope this lines up...
On a dark C-130, salty sweat in my hair-
Warm smell of my buddy's puke, rising up through the air-
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a nerve racking sight-
My ruck was heavy and my mags were full, HOLY SHIT THE GREEN LIGHT!-
As he stood in the doorway, I heard the jumpmaster yell-
And I was thinking to myself, this could be heaven or this could be hell-
Spectre lit up the DZ, and and he showed me the way-
There were voices from the woodline, thought I heard them sayaaay-
(Chorus): Welcome to the 3rd Ranger Battalion, such a lovely place, what a lovely place. Plenty of room at the 3rd Ranger Battalion, many times a year, you won't find us here-
Our minds were definitely twisted, had no Mercedes Benz-
Got a lot of Delta Boys, that we call friends-
Smoke sessions in the courtyard, sweeeet summer sweat-
Some re-upped to remember, some joined to forget-
So we called in the Little Bird, "Bring it in at my three", He said "We havn't pulled this crazy shit since, uh... nineteen ninety three"-
And still those voices were calling from faaaar away, call or page in the middle of the night, just to here them saaay-
Welcome to the 3rd Ranger Battalion.....
Camo net on the ceiling, Jungle Juice is on ice, "We are just all prisoners here, of our own device"-
In the Smaj's chambers, they gathered for the feast, the Purd stabbed it with his steely knife, sure as hell killed the beast-
Last thing I remember, I was shuffling toward the door, had to find the passage back to the place I was before-
"Relax" said the Crew Chief, if you're hung we can retrieve, just make sure you jump while it's green and remember feet and knees.
Lyrics by Poly
[This message has been edited by realpolypro (edited 11-30-2000).]
On a dark C-130, salty sweat in my hair-
Warm smell of my buddy's puke, rising up through the air-
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a nerve racking sight-
My ruck was heavy and my mags were full, HOLY SHIT THE GREEN LIGHT!-
As he stood in the doorway, I heard the jumpmaster yell-
And I was thinking to myself, this could be heaven or this could be hell-
Spectre lit up the DZ, and and he showed me the way-
There were voices from the woodline, thought I heard them sayaaay-
(Chorus): Welcome to the 3rd Ranger Battalion, such a lovely place, what a lovely place. Plenty of room at the 3rd Ranger Battalion, many times a year, you won't find us here-
Our minds were definitely twisted, had no Mercedes Benz-
Got a lot of Delta Boys, that we call friends-
Smoke sessions in the courtyard, sweeeet summer sweat-
Some re-upped to remember, some joined to forget-
So we called in the Little Bird, "Bring it in at my three", He said "We havn't pulled this crazy shit since, uh... nineteen ninety three"-
And still those voices were calling from faaaar away, call or page in the middle of the night, just to here them saaay-
Welcome to the 3rd Ranger Battalion.....
Camo net on the ceiling, Jungle Juice is on ice, "We are just all prisoners here, of our own device"-
In the Smaj's chambers, they gathered for the feast, the Purd stabbed it with his steely knife, sure as hell killed the beast-
Last thing I remember, I was shuffling toward the door, had to find the passage back to the place I was before-
"Relax" said the Crew Chief, if you're hung we can retrieve, just make sure you jump while it's green and remember feet and knees.
Lyrics by Poly
[This message has been edited by realpolypro (edited 11-30-2000).]