[Intro] Every Marine starts somewhere, Still believing what he's told. Thinking plans are plans for certain, Thinking chow is never cold. Then the Core begins its work, And experience takes its toll— SHOWER SHOE TO MOTO DOG, THEN MOTO DOG TO SAWLT DOG. [Verse 1] Fresh into the fleet on Monday, Ready for whatever's planned. Someone says release at seventeen— HE BELIEVES THE FUCKING MAN. They say transportation's coming. He believes it's almost there. They say working party needs one— HE'S THE FIRST HAND IN THE AIR. Someone tells him grab a trash bag, He comes running back with three. Someone says go find the Prick-E5— HE STARTS LOOKING EAGERLY. Everybody else is laughing. He ain't figured out the game. Still believes that words have meaning— SHOWER SHOE'S HIS FUCKING NAME. [Chorus] SHOWER SHOE! MOTO DOG! SAWLT DOG IN THE END! Every motivated bastard Takes the journey, my friend! Orders, field ops, stand-by, bullshit Wear him down by slow degrees— THE CORE WILL TURN THAT SHOWER SHOE INTO A SAWL-TEE FUCKING MARINE! [Verse 2] Give him six or seven months now, Confidence begins to grow. Every fucking conversation Gets an OORAH before he goes. Volunteers for every detail. Motivation's off the chart. Somebody mentions competition— HE'S ALREADY AT THE START. Talks about the Marine Core birthday Like he helped recruit the squad. Thinks motivation solves all problems— JUST ADD OORAH, DEVIL DOG! Now the Shower Shoe is fading. Something louder took his spot. NATURE'S WORKED ITS FUCKING MAGIC— BEHOLD THE MIGHTY MOTO DOG! [Chorus] SHOWER SHOE! MOTO DOG! SAWLT DOG IN THE END! Every motivated bastard Takes the journey, my friend! Orders, field ops, stand-by, bullshit Wear him down by slow degrees— THE CORE WILL TURN THAT MOTO DOG INTO A SAWL-TEE FUCKING MARINE! [Verse 3] Then the working parties find him. Field ops start to take their toll. Every promise of an early day BECOMES ANOTHER FUCKING HOLE. Hurry up and wait for hours. Packed and fucking set to go. Then they cancel transportation— THAT'S THE THIRD DAMN NO-SHOW. OORAH slowly turns to Rah now. Moto's wearing fucking thin. Someone asks for volunteers— HE WON'T MAKE THAT MISTAKE AGAIN. Cammies fading in the sunlight, Threads are fraying at the seams. Every stain becomes a chapter IN THE DEATH OF ALL HIS DREAMS. [Chorus] SHOWER SHOE! MOTO DOG! SAWLT DOG'S COMING FAST! All that fresh motivation WASN'T FUCKING BUILT TO LAST! Working parties, field ops, stand-by Strip the shine from every seam— THE CORE IS SLOWLY TURNING HIM INTO A SAWL-TEE FUCKING MARINE! [Verse 4] Years have worked their fucking magic. Now those cammies tell the tale. Sun has faded every color TO A SHADE THEY DIDN'T SELL. Threads are hanging from the pockets. Every name tape's worn and frayed. Every rip and every faded patch WAS HONESTLY EARNED THAT WAY. He knows which orders really matter. Knows which battles ain't worth shit. Knows when Gunny means right fucking now, AND WHEN THERE'S TIME TO SIT. Doesn't need to scream he's hardened. Doesn't need to play the part. SAWLT AIN'T SOMETHING ON HIS CAMMIES— IT'S EXPERIENCE IN HIS HEART. [Final Chorus] SHOWER SHOE! MOTO DOG! SAWLT DOG IN THE END! Every motivated bastard Takes the journey, my friend! Sawl-tee cammies, battered boots, And stories stitched in every seam— BEHOLD THE FINAL EVOLUTION: A SAWL-TEE FUCKING MARINE! He was green! He got moto! Then experience took its toll! SHOWER SHOE TO MOTO DOG— TO ONE OLD FUCKING SAWLT DOG! [Outro] Then a Shower Shoe checked in Monday, Full of fire and fucking pride. Said he'd volunteer for anything, WITH A MOTO DOG INSIDE. The Sawlt Dog watched him smiling, Saw himself from years before. Before the field ops and the stand-by, BEFORE HE BECAME JADED BY THE CORE. He didn't laugh or try to warn him. Some things every boot must learn. EVERY SHOWER SHOE'S A SAWLT DOG— HE JUST AIN'T HAD TIME TO TURN.
