Verse 1 Sunday morning, battleships asleep in a row, Arizona, Oklahoma, West Virginia, low. Kate torpedoes kiss the water, Vals scream out the sun, Two thousand three hundred gone before the day was done. Oil burning black, the harbor a funeral pyre, But the carriers slipped out; fate missed its vampires. Verse 2 Four hours later, shipyards already on triple shift, Rosie’s riveting, Detroit’s spitting out tanks like gifts. By June ’42, Midway’s codebreakers read their mail, Four Japanese carriers to the bottom; Empire starts to fail. Coral Sea, Guadalcanal, bloody tarawa sand, Every island paid in American bone and hand. Pre-Chorus (spoken, low, over rising feedback) You hit us once. That was your quota. Chorus (full roar) They woke the wrong damn country on a Sunday in December, We turned the Pacific into a graveyard they’ll remember. From B-17s over Tokyo to the Enola’s silver gleam, We brought the thunder, brought the fire, brought the end of their dream. Two fleets that ruled the ocean; one’s rust, one’s still afloat, Don’t ever wake a sleeping giant or the frogmen sink you with atomic bloat. Verse 3 Started with eight battleships; four sunk, four saved by grit, Ended with a hundred carriers; Japan had none left to commit. Built thirteen thousand Liberty ships while they built maybe two hundred, Starved their own empire out while our convoys thundered. D-Day, Iwo Jima, Okinawa; every beach a blood-red stair, Marines wrote “Uncommon Valor” in the coral and the air. Verse 4 Four hundred thousand American boys never made it home, But the ones who limped back from Pearl swore we’d never stand alone. They worked the factories, flew the planes, stormed the Reich from the sky, Turned “Remember Pearl Harbor” into a battle cry. From the decks of the Enterprise to the gates of Auschwitz rail, Evil learned the hard way: America doesn’t fail! [Final Chorus] They woke the wrong damn country on a Sunday in December, We painted the Rising Sun black and made the world remember: You draw first blood on battleship row, You get Hiroshima’s glow. You hit us once; that was enough; Never again on our watch! [Outro] (Spoken with Conviction) To the men still standing watch on the Arizona’s bones, To every survivor who carried December seventh in their soul, You didn’t just endure. You became the reason no one’s stupid enough to try it twice. Sleep sound, boys. The fleet you saved is still on patrol. Never again. Semper Fortis. Remember Pearl Harbor.

Pearl Harbor Aftermath & Honor