Once we jumped off the boat and into the jungle We cranked up the volume and marched to our own drummer
Many nasty things could await me Noise discipline had to be maintained
Sounds…carried incredibly far in the jungle Had it been heard by any bad boys?
Suddenly, my brain screamed “Stop!” And my right leg froze in midair My heart slammed in my throat
The next few seconds took forever My hands were shaking And my nervous-system was in some kind of shock
Then… silence got blown apart By break-beat chaos
(Many nasty things could await me Noise discipline had to be maintained We cranked up the volume and marched to our own drummer Into the jungle…)
We cranked up the volume and marched to our own drummer
Into the jungle (repeat)
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