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[Intro]
(Slow, rhythmic foot-stomps and hand-claps: Thud-Clap... Thud-Clap...)
(A low, distorted guitar riff humming like a generator)
[Chorus]
(Group Vocals - Low and Shouted)
In the shadow of the triple-canopy floor
You don’t keep a tally, you don’t keep a score
When the orders come down in a plain brown sleeve
There ain’t no mercy and there ain’t no leave!
Yeah, the jungle’s got a belly full of quiet and lead
And the black-ops man is walking with the dead!
[Verse 1]
(Clapping stops - isolated vocal over a low bass thrum)
I got a blackened XM and a starlight scope
Traded in my conscience for a nylon rope.
The Major didn't give me a name or a town
Just a grid-square map where the sun goes down.
"Cross the fence," he said, "to the Lao-side line,
Make sure nobody’s breathing by the breakfast time."
I’m sitting in the ferns with a mouthful of bile
Watching a target through a cold glass dial.
[Chorus]
(Stomps and Claps kick back in)
In the shadow of the triple-canopy floor
You don’t keep a tally, you don’t keep a score
When the orders come down in a plain brown sleeve
There ain’t no mercy and there ain’t no leave!
Yeah, the jungle’s got a belly full of quiet and lead
And the black-ops man is walking with the dead!
[Verse 2]
(Music drops out - isolated vocals)
The target wasn't wearing a khaki suit
Just a girl in the mud with a basket of fruit.
But the radio crackled, "Take the shot, Seven-Nine,
Everything moving is a part of the design."
I pulled back the hammer, felt the cold steel click
The air in the valley was getting real thick.
One squeeze of the trigger, one flash in the moss
Just another ghost for the SOG to toss.
It wasn't for the flag and it wasn't for the right
It was just a dirty job in the middle of the night.
[Chorus]
(Full group vocals and aggressive clapping)
In the shadow of the triple-canopy floor
You don’t keep a tally, you don’t keep a score
When the orders come down in a plain brown sleeve
There ain’t no mercy and there ain’t no leave!
Yeah, the jungle’s got a belly full of quiet and lead
And the black-ops man is walking with the dead!
[Bridge]
(Fast, haunting slide guitar solo)
(Rhythmic whispering: "Denied... Disavowed... Denied... Disavowed...")
[Verse 3]
(Music stops - vocal is low and shaky)
I burned the tiger-stripes and I buried the gun
But you can't outrun the things that you’ve done.
I’m back in the States in a town full of light
But I still see that girl in the middle of the night.
The brass in D.C. says I was never even there
Just a ghost in the humid, Southeast air.
But the weight in my chest is a ten-pound plate
For every soul I pushed through the charcoal gate.
[Chorus]
(Final explosive chorus - maximum reverb)
In the shadow of the triple-canopy floor
You don’t keep a tally, you don’t keep a score
When the orders come down in a plain brown sleeve
There ain’t no mercy and there ain’t no leave!
Yeah, the jungle’s got a belly full of quiet and lead
And the black-ops man is walking with the dead!
[Outro]
(Clapping slow
Details
GeneratedFeb 2, 2026
Duration3:30
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark Psychedelic Country, Slow Heavy Stomp, Tremolo Guitar, Gritty Baritone]
Credits
Prompt by
HamCheck
HamCheckModelAria v5
