[Intro] A butterfly can flap its wings And send a storm across the sea. The smallest act can start a chain That ends in catastrophe. One tiny choice can change the world, One moment brings calamity— GIPP-SON PUT HIS HANDS IN POCKETS... AND FUCKED UP ALL OF HISTORY. [Verse 1] Twenty degrees that morning, Frozen wind cut through our clothes. Couldn't fucking feel our fingers, Couldn't fucking feel our toes. Gipp-Son checked in every direction, Not a Gunny was in sight. Slipped his hands into his pockets— JUST TO KEEP THE BASTARDS ALIVE. Then from nowhere came a presence. Gipp-Son knew before he turned. Gunny stood there staring through him LIKE HE'D WATCHED THE WHOLE WORLD BURN. Gipp-Son pulled his hands out quickly. Gunny asked what he'd begun. Two cold hands had crossed the line— NOW LOOK AT WHAT THOSE HANDS HAD DONE. [Chorus] UN-INTENDED CONSEQUENCES! That's how civilizations fall! One Marine puts hands in pockets— NEXT THING, THERE'S NO CORE AT ALL! First you're warming up your fingers, Then the standards start to bend, AND SOMEHOW TWO COLD FUCKING HANDS BRING THE FREE WORLD TO AN END! Every downfall starts somewhere. Every chain begins with one— UN-INTENDED CONSEQUENCES! GIPP-SON, LOOK WHAT YOU'VE FUCKING DONE! [Verse 2] First your hands go in your pockets. Then your posture starts to slide. Next you're walking on the grass LIKE YOU'VE GOT NO FUCKING PRIDE. Then you quit shaving on the weekends. Then your haircut starts to grow. Someone calls a Sergeant Sarge once— NOW THERE'S NO-WHERE LEFT TO GO. Nobody salutes the officers. Nobody cleans the fucking head. Barracks rooms become a nightmare. GOOD ORDER'S FUCKING DEAD. Units crumble, standards vanish. Every enemy moves in. ALL BECAUSE GIPP-SON GOT COLD AND LET THE FUCKING CHAOS WIN. [Chorus] UN-INTENDED CONSEQUENCES! That's how civilizations fall! One Marine puts hands in pockets— NEXT THING, THERE'S NO CORE AT ALL! First you're warming up your fingers, Then the standards start to bend, AND SOMEHOW TWO COLD FUCKING HANDS BRING THE FREE WORLD TO AN END! Every downfall starts somewhere. Every chain begins with one— UN-INTENDED CONSEQUENCES! GIPP-SON, LOOK WHAT YOU'VE FUCKING DONE! [Verse 3] Then a butterfly in Tokyo Changed direction in the sky. Winds began to cross the ocean. NO ONE FUCKING QUESTIONED WHY. Storms rolled in across the coastline. Markets crashed by half past eight. Satellites went dark above us. YELLOWSTONE BEGAN TO SHAKE. Tides reversed around Australia. Something stirred beneath the sea. Every scientist was baffled— GUNNY KNEW THE CAUSE WAS GIPP-SON'S HEAT. Moon slid sideways out of orbit. Sun went black at half past ten. Gipp-Son stood there fucking freezing— AND PUT HIS HANDS BACK IN AGAIN. [Chorus] UN-INTENDED CONSEQUENCES! NOW THE FUCKING WORLD'S AT STAKE! Gip-Son tried to warm his fingers— NOW THE PLANET'S GONNA BREAK! Butterflies are changing weather! Oceans rising without end! ALL BECAUSE TWO FROZEN FUCKING HANDS NEEDED SOMEWHERE WARM TO SPEND! Every downfall starts somewhere. Every chain begins with one— UN-INTENDED CONSEQUENCES! GIPP-SON, LOOK WHAT YOU'VE FUCKING DONE! [Verse 4] Years went by, the world kept turning. Turns out everything was fine. Washington was still there standing. Moon stayed right where God designed. Then one freezing field morning, I saw Gunny all alone. Wind was cutting through the barracks, COLD ENOUGH TO CRACK A STONE. He checked left and checked right, Thinking no one else could see. Then both hands slipped in his pockets— THE SAME DAMN CRIME AS GIPP-SON'S FELONY. Our eyes met across the distance. Gunny froze and so did I. He slowly pulled his hands back out WITH MURDER SITTING IN HIS EYES. I knew better than to question. He knew damn well what I'd seen. SOME RULES SAVE WESTERN CIVILIZATION... SOME HAVE RANK IM-MUNITY. [Final Chorus] UN-INTENDED CONSEQUENCES! OH, HOW QUICKLY STANDARDS BEND! Gunny warmed his frozen fingers— NOW THE WORLD IS FUCKED AGAIN! Butterflies are changing weather! Storm clouds gathering overhead! TWO HANDS ALMOST KILLED THE FREE WORLD— NOW GUNNY'S GONNA FINISH IT INSTEAD! First it's Gipp-Son, then it's Gunny. That's how discipline will end! UN-INTENDED CONSEQUENCES! GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OUT, GENTS! [Outro] So remember when it's freezing And you cannot feel your hands, Pockets aren't for keeping warm— THEY'RE A THREAT TO ALL OUR LANDS. Keep 'em swinging by your body. Let your frozen fingers sting. 'CAUSE GIPP-SON ALMOST ENDED FREEDOM JUST BY TRYING TO WARM THE THINGS. One small choice can start disaster. One mistake can doom us all. KEEP YOUR FUCKING HANDS OUT, MARINES— OR WATCH CIVILIZATION FALL!
