Shaved Heads and Red Dirt Chapter 2 (Punk-Rock)

[Verse 1] [Fast Aggressive Drum Intro] [Driving Punk Rock Guitar] The bus doors hissed and the trap was sprung No more drifting under a mountain sun Crossed the line into Fort Benning’s grip The humid heavy air laying open my lip Dropped us off where the shadows run deep An assembly line of systemic no sleep Stripping the name, stripping the pride Nowhere left for a coward to hide [Chorus] [Explosive Chorus - Full Band] And the red clay stains what it cannot break! Welcome to the hell that you chose to make! Shaved down raw, standing in the line Saying goodbye to a civilian mind No more bonfires, no more running free Welcome to the home of the Infantry! [Verse 2] [Fast, Chugging Guitars] Fluorescent lights and a gauntlet of steel Processed like cattle till it didn't feel real A sea of bald heads and identical green A room full of ghosts in a broken machine The easy freedom of the Sacramento skies Washed away in the sweat of their lies Issued the duffel, issued the gear Swallowing the panic, choking on the fear [Bridge] [Music half-times - Heavy, Sludgy Bass Grooves] Then the cattle cars rolled to a grinding stop The gates of hell opened up at the drop The shark attack hit like a wall of pure sound Campaign hats swarming all over the ground "Get off my bus! Move! Faster, private, drop!" Holding that canvas till your shoulders want to pop! [Chorus] [Fast and Intense] And the red clay stains what it cannot break! Welcome to the hell that you chose to make! Shaved down raw, standing in the line Saying goodbye to a civilian mind No more bonfires, no more running free Welcome to the home of the Infantry! [Outro] [Building Guitar Feedback and Rapid Drum Fills] Flutter kicks and push-ups in the hot Georgia dirt A twenty-year-old gamble finally feeling the hurt Staring straight ahead through the predatory pack No turning around, there's no going back I’m in their world now... Yeah, I’m in their world now! [Big Crash Finish]