INTRO – DISTANT BUGLE, MARCHING BOOTS] Day 24… Nobody fell. Day 25… Nobody fell. Twelve names remain on the board. They call them… THE DIRTY DOZEN! [WAR DRUMS ERUPT] [VERSE 1] Two hundred and seventy marched on Day 1, Chasing the glory, pretending it was fun. The wounded fell back as the targets grew tall, But twelve bloody lunatics outlasted them all. No sleep in their eyes, no strength in their thighs, Just broken-down bodies too stubborn to die. Bradley raised the target, expecting a crack, They finished the vert and came marching straight back. [PRE-CHORUS] No graves on the leaderboard, No names crossed out tonight. So load up your watches, And prepare for one more fight! [CHORUS – FULL SQUAD SHOUTING] WE ARE THE DIRTY DOZEN! THE BASTARDS WHO REMAIN! TWENTY-SIX DAYS HUNTED, AND STILL IMMUNE TO PAIN! NO FALTERS FOR TWO NIGHTS, NOT ONE HAS SAID GOODBYE! TWO THOUSAND SIX HUNDRED METERS! TOO STUPID TO DIE! [COMMANDER – SPOKEN] Bring forward the prisoners. [SERGEANT – SHOUTED] SIMON “CURRAN-ZED” ANGUS! [SQUAD] HILL-FIGHTING MENACE! STILL ALIVE! [SERGEANT] “MY NAME IS JEEEEEEEEFF” WILLIAMSON! [GEOFF] My name is Jeeeeeeeeff! [SQUAD] CONFUSED… BUT STILL ALIVE! [SERGEANT] BRENDAN “THE KID” VARTY! [SQUAD] THE KID WON’T DIE! [SERGEANT] CRAIG “FLIGHT MODE” THOMSON! [SQUAD] NO SIGNAL REQUIRED! [VERSE 2] They’ve lost all perspective, abandoned good sense, They’re climbing the driveway, the stairs and the fence. Their families have asked when this nightmare will end, They stare at the hill and start climbing again. The watches are dying, the washing has grown, Their partners have realised they’re living alone. But every damn evening, before midnight strikes, Twelve green little ticks say, “We’re still in the fight.” [CHORUS] WE ARE THE DIRTY DOZEN! THE BASTARDS WHO REMAIN! TWENTY-SIX DAYS HUNTED, AND STILL IMMUNE TO PAIN! NO FALTERS FOR TWO NIGHTS, NOT ONE HAS SAID GOODBYE! TWO THOUSAND SIX HUNDRED METERS! TOO STUPID TO DIE! [SERGEANT – SHOUTED] DEAN “MARTHA” STEWART! [DEAN] It’s a good thing. [SQUAD] DOMESTIC… BUT DANGEROUS! [SERGEANT] EMMA “PIPE CRUSHER” ROGERS! [SQUAD] KEEP HER AWAY FROM THE PLUMBING! [SERGEANT] ISAAC “DON’T” TRIPP! [ISAAC] Don’t. [SERGEANT] Don’t what? [ISAAC] Just… don’t. [SQUAD] MENTALLY UNAVAILABLE! STILL ALIVE! [SERGEANT] RYAN “BATTLE” HATTLE! [SQUAD] BATTLE HATTLE! READY FOR WAR! [BRIDGE – MUSIC DROPS TO MILITARY SNARE] Twenty-six hundred before the day is done. No prize can explain what these people have become. The cash means nothing. The poles mean less. They’re fighting for something None of us can guess. Their calves are loaded. Their toenails are gone. Their souls left their bodies Somewhere around dawn. Yet twelve shadows rise As the bugles cry… [SQUAD – WHISPERED] Too stupid… Too stubborn… Too far gone… To die. [EXPLOSIVE GUITARS AND BRASS] [SERGEANT] SARA “POCKET ROCKET” VERMEULEN! [SQUAD] SMALL FRAME! MASSIVE PAYLOAD! [SERGEANT] SCOTT “THE BOOGEYMAN” BOUGEN! [SQUAD] HE’S UNDER YOUR BED! THEN BACK UP THE HILL! [SERGEANT] STEVE “JUST THE” TRIPP! [STEVE] Just the Tripp. [SQUAD] JUST THE TRIPP! NOT JUST A SURVIVOR! [SERGEANT] WILD CHRIS TAYLOR! [SQUAD] TOO WILD TO CAPTURE! TOO FERal TO KILL! [FINAL CHORUS – MASSIVE CHOIR] THEY ARE THE DIRTY DOZEN! THE LAST ONES IN THE GAME! TWENTY-SIX DAYS OF SUFFERING, AND TWELVE UNBROKEN NAMES! NO FALTERS FOR TWO NIGHTS, NO MERCY FROM THE SKY! TWO THOUSAND SIX HUNDRED METERS! TOO STUPID TO DIE! THE DIRTY DOZEN! STILL CLIMBING THROUGH THE PAIN! THE DIRTY DOZEN! TOMORROW THEY’LL DO IT AGAIN! [OUTRO – COMMANDER, SPOKEN OVER DISTANT DRUMS] Simon Angus. Geoff Williamson. Brendan Varty. Craig Thomson. Dean Stewart. Emma Rogers. Isaac Tripp. Ryan Hattle. Sara Vermeulen. Scott Bougen. Steve Tripp. Wild Chris Taylor. Twelve were sent to face Day 26. Their mission was impossible. Unfortunately… Nobody told the Dirty Dozen. [SQUAD – DISTANT SHOUT] TWO THOUSAND SIX HUNDRED! [COMMANDER] Dismissed.
