Butter, Butter Jam

[Intro] “Alright, listen up!” “No ammo today.” “No blanks either.” “…You gotta be shittin’ me.” [Verse 1] Five in the morning, standing in a field Coffee ain’t kicked in, everybody looks pissed Sergeant says, “Run the drill.” We’ve heard that same shit a hundred times Raise the rifle, sight it in Slow squeeze, follow through Then instead of hearing a shot “BUTTER!” “BUTTER!” “JAM!” Half the squad starts laughing The other half wants to die Trying to look professional While yelling sandwich ingredients at the tree line [Chorus] BUTTER! BUTTER! JAM! That’s the plan again BUTTER! BUTTER! JAM! Do it till we’re numb Same damn lane Same damn commands Same damn drill for the hundredth time BUTTER! BUTTER! JAM! [Verse 2] Private Johnson screwed it up Forgot his safety and lost his place Now we’re all back at the start Because one guy’s brain clocked out Sergeant’s yelling Corporal’s yelling Everybody’s yelling Nobody’s actually shooting a damn thing Just grown men in body armor Calling out butter and jam Like this is somehow preparing us For real life Do it faster Do it cleaner Do it again And again And again [Chorus] BUTTER! BUTTER! JAM! Louder this time BUTTER! BUTTER! JAM! Make it sound aggressive We’re sweaty We’re tired We’re questioning every decision That got us here BUTTER! BUTTER! JAM! [Bridge] At first it’s funny Then it’s stupid Then it’s funny again Somewhere around hour three Your brain just gives up You stop asking questions You stop fighting it You just scream “BUTTER!” “BUTTER!” “JAM!” As loud as everybody else [Breakdown] CONTACT FRONT! BUTTER! MOVE! BUTTER! RELOAD! JAM! TAP! RACK! BANG! …except there ain’t a damn round! TAP! RACK! BANG! Practicing malfunctions On imaginary bullets now GET ONLINE! BUTTER! JAM! FUCK! [Final Chorus] BUTTER! BUTTER! JAM! One more damn time BUTTER! BUTTER! JAM! Nobody knows why We’ll complain all day Talk shit the whole ride home But twenty years from now Somebody will yell “Butter!” And every miserable bastard who was there Will answer “BUTTER! JAM!” BUTTER! BUTTER! JAM! One last time for the road BUTTER! BUTTER! JAM! Now let’s get the hell home [Outro] No rounds fired. No targets hit. Eight hours gone. Training complete. …and somehow Johnson still failed.