Title: CARRY MY WEIGHT Spoken intro: Listen here. If you’re the old man of your squad, just own your role in whatever that may be. Here’s to the team players… [Quiet acoustic guitar — slow, reflective opening] [Verse 1] Another evening, another screen Another night I ain’t worth a damn to the team Esh is callin’ targets, Nate’s stackin’ kills Landry’s somewhere runnin’ off over the hills And I’m lyin’ face down in a second-floor room Watchin’ that little countdown seal my doom I swear I used to be better than this Now every shot I take somehow seems to miss [Verse 2] I hear ‘em laughin’, know they don’t mean harm But that scoreboard’s sounding like a fire alarm Four names up there and mine’s at the end Makes a man start wonderin’ why they invite him again Call of Duty, Battlefield, don’t matter the game Seems every damn lobby ends up the same They’re kickin’ down doors, I’m gettin’ laid out Sayin’ “he’s one-shot, boys!” While they figure it out [Chorus] I’m sorry, boys I let you down again You needed one more gun I gave you one less friend I lost the fight I missed the shot I swear I gave it everything I got And when that scoreboard tells the story Mine ain’t much to see Sometimes I wonder why the hell You boys still play with me [short instrumental] [Verse 3] Nate says, “Quit bitchin’, get back in the fight” Esh says, “Grab my tags, man, we’ll be alright” Landry’s mic meowing things I can’t understand While I’m crawlin’ through gunfire with a medkit in my hand Then it hit me somewhere in the smoke and flame Maybe kills ain’t the only damn point of the game ‘Cause Nate went down fifty meters away And everybody else kept runnin’— But I stayed. [Drums begin to build] [Pre-Chorus] I ran through the bullets I slid through the smoke Had about three health And a prayer and a hope Got Nate off the ground Then I covered Esh’s right Landry grabbed the objective— And suddenly we’re still in the fight. [Chorus — stronger] Maybe I ain’t the killer Maybe I never was Maybe I’m the bastard Who gets you back up I’ll throw down the ammo I’ll cover that door You boys go hunt ‘em I’ll give you some more And if one of you goes down You know where I’ll be— Run straight through hell To get you back on your feet [Band kicks into an upbeat rhythm] [Verse 4] So screw that scoreboard, let ‘em count what they please They don’t count the revives when you’re down on your knees They don’t show every flank that I watched all night Or the smoke that I threw just to buy you some time I’ll plant every charge I’ll capture that zone I’ll hold down the objective While you idiots roam You want twenty kills? Hell, Nate, get thirty-three Just remember who’s runnin’ behind you With your ammunition and heals for free [Bridge — crowd starts clapping] Every squad needs a gunner Every squad needs a scout Every squad needs some dumb son of a bitch Who’ll drag your ass out So Esh, keep shootin’ Landry, cover that lane Nate, try not to break anything If we lose another game I finally figured out What I’m supposed to be— You boys win the gunfights. Leave the rest to me. [Full band] [FINAL CHORUS] I AIN’T SORRY, BOYS! I KNOW MY ROLE TONIGHT! You bring the thunder I’ll keep us in the fight I’ll pick you up I’ll bring you back I’ll grab the objective While you’re chasin’ the stats I don’t need the glory Don’t need MVP Just give me three good friends Fightin’ next to me And when the whole damn squad’s down And somebody’s gotta run— I’LL BE COMIN’ THROUGH THE SMOKE, BOYS TO PICK UP EVERY ONE! [Instrumental / crowd cheering] [Final Refrain — slower, whole crowd singing] Maybe I ain’t the killer Maybe that’s alright Some men chase the glory Some keep their brothers alive So when the bullets start flyin’ You know where I’ll be— You can count on me. [Music drops to acoustic] [Outro] And if you check the scoreboard… [pause] Yeah. I’m still probably last. [Crowd laughter / final chord]
