[Intro — amp hum, gear clatter] High speed. Low drag. Sounds simple enough. YUT! [Heavy riff kicks in] [Verse 1] Grab your gear and check your straps, Count your rounds and pack your bags, Rifle clean and pistol tight, Know your job and do it right. Run the drill, then run it back, Stack it tight and stay on track, Speed don't mean a goddamn thing If moving fast means fucking things. Clear the corner, watch your ass, Every movement built to last, Learned it young and learned it fast— SLOW IS SMOOTH, AND SMOOTH IS FAST! [Pre-Chorus] No wasted motion, No wasted time, Get your shit together And get your ass in line! [Chorus] HIGH SPEED! LOW DRAG! Grab your gear and grab your bag! SLOW IS SMOOTH—AND SMOOTH IS FAST! What we learned was built to last! YUT! Sound it off again! YUT! Second! Seventh! Sound off, men! Move with purpose, hold your track— HIGH SPEED! LOW DRAG! [Verse 2] Daylight burning, run it dry, Run it live and run it right, Rifle, pistol, room to room, Stack gets tight and makes its move. Same damn drill a hundred times, Till every step is locked inside, Muscle memory takes command Before your brain can make a plan. Anybody can haul ass, Anybody can move fast, But speed comes when the fundamentals last— SLOW IS SMOOTH, AND SMOOTH IS FAST! [Pre-Chorus] No hesitation, No wasted time, Know the Marine on either side Will hold his fucking line! [Chorus] HIGH SPEED! LOW DRAG! Grab your gear and grab your bag! SLOW IS SMOOTH—AND SMOOTH IS FAST! What we learned was built to last! YUT! Sound it off again! YUT! Second! Seventh! Sound off, men! Move with purpose, hold your track— HIGH SPEED! LOW DRAG! [Verse 3] But here's the part nobody tells When talking 'bout the shit we learned: Half of what you still remember Ain't the shit that you fucking earned. It's who could shoot and who could run, Who made misery fucking fun, Who fucked up five weeks ago— AND WE STILL WON'T LET THAT SHIT GO. Somebody pulls a shit-bird act, Every head turns just like that, One lonely bastard from the back— “KAAH!” ... Fuck you. [Riff slams back in] [Bridge — heavy half-time groove]** We were young and fucking certain Nothing ever slowed us down, Too much pride and too much energy, Too fucking loud for any town. High speed wasn't just a saying, Low drag wasn't just a line, It was how we pushed each other— ONE MORE RUN. ONE MORE FUCKING TIME. Then the joking stopped when work began, And every bastard knew the plan, Whatever came, we'd have each other's backs— SLOW IS SMOOTH, AND SMOOTH IS FAST! [Breakdown — pounding drums] HIGH SPEED! LOW DRAG! GRAB YOUR GEAR! GRAB YOUR BAG! SECOND! YUT! SEVENTH! YUT! SLOW IS SMOOTH! SMOOTH IS FAST! MAKE THE FUCKING LESSON LAST! [Final Chorus] HIGH SPEED! LOW DRAG! Grab your gear and grab your bag! SLOW IS SMOOTH—AND SMOOTH IS FAST! Funny what survives the past. YUT! Sound it off again! YUT! Still can hear those voices then. Years roll on, but some things last— HIGH SPEED! LOW DRAG! Second! YUT! Seventh! YUT! Slow is smooth! AND SMOOTH IS FAST! [Outro — guitars fade to a low hum] Different lives. Different roads. Same old words From years ago. High speed. Low drag. Slow is smooth... Smooth is FAST. [pause] [distant] ...KAAH! Fuck YEAH! [Final chord]
