Well it’s 110 and the sun’s still risin’

Well it’s 110 and the sun’s still risin’ Camp Wilson cookin’ like a deep-fried horizon Alpha Ax out here with dreams and a plan But the routers are smokin’ and the Starlink ran West’s on the roof with a satellite dish Garfio’s prayin’ like, “Make that wish” Garlotte’s yellin’, “Bro it’s not even plugged!” And Grant just tripped on a buried hub [Chorus] We got no bars, no hope, no chill Just sand in our socks and a KG that’s killed Macias is sweatin’ on ECP again Delgado’s whisperin’ to a broken KG From switches to LEMs, it’s all gone wrong But we’re still Marines, so we march along Ain’t no Wi-Fi, no shade, no thrills Just broke transmissions and Camp Wilson lizards [Verse 2] Armada lost a switch in the port-a-john flood Bannister’s covered in pure Mojave mud Sir screamed, “Why’s the KG hot?!” Delgado said, “Don’t ask, that’s all we got” Then proceeded to put a water bottle on top Staff Sergeant’s face is pure regret Lieutenant’s gone rogue, ain’t seen him yet Galvez is tryin’ to fix a CAT5 cord But Lopez chewing it outta pure boredom [Verse 3] Ramos cussed and kicked a case, Said, “This radio’s got Satan’s face!” Leo’s got a signal but it loops some song, From a station that ain’t been live that long. Grant’s in the back tryna ground the post, Got shocked so hard he saw a ghost. Costia’s tappin’ like it’s Morse Code magic, But all they hear is fzzzzzk… just static. “West, you sure you plugged it in?” “…Shut up, Leo.” zzzzkkk… “…Chatman, why’s the antenna pointed at the porta-john?” “Because that’s where this signal belongs.” [Pre-Chorus] Hayesmaps tried pingin’, got nothin’ but fire Olk kicked a router, now we’re down to wires Leo’s got a headset taped to a rock And Chattman’s outside having full shell shock [Chorus] We got no bars, no hope, no grace Just dreams of leave and a Starlink case Costia’s crying near the comms case door Hayesmaps lost the signal and his will to war Porter’s pokin’ at a LEM like it’s a bomb Olk said, “It’s dead bro, let it move on” We’re fried, we’re cooked, but we’re standin’ still Just broken comms and Camp Wilson thrills [Bridge] Hepner’s out there tryin’ to call HQ Berk’s in the dirt mumblin’, “I miss my crew” White Sanders’ laptop caught on fire Deleon said, “Perfect, throw it in the water!” Galvez (again) got zapped by a switch Van Del’s done — he’s diggin’ a ditch Armada screamed at the desert sun Nova said, “Bro, we just got begun…” Soto, out in the heat hammering stakes for the L.R.S 30 minutes later the whole thing fell down Now Hernandez saying the phones are down Torres ran off chasin’ someone named Diablo Fazeitch just laughed, poured sand in his boot Said, “If I die here, tell ‘em mute the route” [Final Chorus] We got no bars, no fans, no breeze Just a KG whinin’ in the desert seas But we’re still standin’ in this hellhole sand With a busted LEM and a jerrycan band We ain’t connectin’ but we’re holdin’ strong And we’ll keep tryin’ all day long ‘Cause we’re the ones who make comms real Even when we’re broke out here in Camp Wilson’s grill [Outro] So raise that busted switch to the sky Semper Fi till the routers fry From the dust and heat, we’ll make that call We’re Marines, dammit — we’ll connect it all