Zero Five hundred, we hear the voice in the Sky, ain't
gonna hit the time no matter how hard we try, late!
Zero Five thirty out in the pit, so cold outside, there's ice on
the chips. This ain't no winter wonderland.
Four ranks deep and nine across, plus two personnel lost in
the sauce, thirty-eight sappers in third platoon, each acting just
like they in Looney Tunes
We are we are we are the Engineers. Along with the song,
we'll demolish forty beers. We are the Engineers, and we have
no fears.
Four hundred hours, then eighty more of getting up early
when my back is sore. I'll never stop training this body of mine,
then when my body breaks, I'll train my mind
2,3,4 we shoot to kill, explosives are our Master Skills,
lemme breach this door then Clear the floor, check my corners
and check some more.
Stack on me, I'll be your eyes, my team they trust me with
their lives. gave ourselves to the breach left a trail of our bodies
on the beach.
In a four-man stack in #3, when they need a breach, they
call on me. Rip ya door off its hinges with my haligan,
professional Soldier still a hooligan.
12 Bravo's the life for me, combat engineer, oh can't you
see. When you spot the infantry, they're the queens of battle, but
they follow me. We are the kings