(Verse 1 — Heavy Drop-D Riff) Got my high and tight, boots grinding through the sand, I’m a Devil Dog drifter in a hostile land. Whisper Semper Fi, yeah, it echoes in my skull, A battle-born Leatherneck, locked, loaded, full. Gunny shouts Oorah!, rattles the Green Machine, Just another day surviving as a lone Jarhead Marine. (Pre-Chorus) From the mud-stained Grunt to the Cannon Cocker’s roar, A Hollywood Marine built tougher than before. (Chorus — Wide, Overdriven 90s Power Chords) I’m a Leatherneck standing tall, forged in fire and stone, Echo on the Grinder, hear the Corps in my bones. From Boot Camp fury to the long red line, In my cammies and scars—yeah, this life is mine. Raise the Colors high, let the sky ignite— I’m a Leatherneck Marine, and I was born to fight. (Verse 2 — Dark, Slow-Groove Riff) Old Gunny breathin’ fire, tryin’ to weld my steel, While that Butter Bar rookie thinks he runs the field. Feelin’ gung ho, pulse hittin’ like thunder, I’m a Hard Charger tearing weakness asunder. Now I’m a short-timer, but I still hear the call: “Fire in the Hole!”—echo crashin’ off the wall. (Pre-Chorus) “Give me your SITREP, Marine—don’t fall behind,” Fast movers screamin’ overhead, burnin’ in my mind. (Chorus) I’m a Leatherneck standing tall, forged in fire and stone, Echo on the Grinder, hear the Corps in my bones. From Boot Camp fury to the long red line, In my cammies and scars—yeah, this life is mine. Raise the Colors high, let the sky ignite— I’m a Leatherneck Marine, and I was born to fight. [Guitar Punchy, driving, slightly cleaner with heavy low-end, often using power chords] (Bridge — Sludgey Alice-in-Chains Harmony) It’s Hurry up and wait, yeah, we live that code, Got crushed at PT just to lighten the load. “Smoke ’em if you got ’em,” steal a breath, then go— Hit double time runnin’, feel the asphalt glow. Ten-mile hump, legs screaming, sweat pouring down, Mess up, hit the brig—that’s the law of the ground. In the chow hall eatin’ whatever they drop, Yell Corpsman! when your boots start comin’ apart. (Verse 3 — Clean Guitars, Then Explodes) Standin’ tall in my dress blues, razor-edge and clean, Warrior reflection of the United States Marine. Set my cover straight, feel the thunder roll— The Corps carved its legacy in my body and soul. (Final Chorus — Big, 90s Stadium Hard Rock) I’m a Leatherneck standing tall, forged in fire and stone, Echo on the Grinder, hear the warriors’ tone. Through blood, sweat, cammies, and a thousand miles, I still shout Oorah! with a battle-worn smile. Raise the Colors high, let the whole world see— The Corps built the Marine that’s standin’ here as me.