Ice on the chips

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