[Intro] Zero four thirty. Alarm starts screaming. Somebody kicks my rack. I open one eye... FUCK. Morning again. [Verse 1] Blouse is on and boots are laced, At least I think they're fucking tied. Standing somewhere in formation, But my brain is still inside. Sarge is barking out instructions, Everybody answers back. My body's here in formation— MY BRAIN'S STILL IN THE FUCKING RACK. Coffee hasn't done a damn thing. Energy drinks ain't worth a shit. Sun ain't even fucking risen— HOW THE FUCK IS THIS LEGIT? But lean me up against a wall, Give me someplace I can sit, I'll be snoring in five seconds— I'M FUCKING GIFTED AT THIS SHIT. [Chorus] COMBAT NARCOLEPTIC! On my pack, against a tree! Five minutes sitting anywhere Is all the sleep I fucking need! Engines roaring, people yelling, Artillery overhead— I CAN FUCKING SLEEP THROUGH ALL OF THAT, BUT NOT WHEN I'M IN BED! Give me mud! Give me rocks! Give me concrete for my head! COMBAT NARCOLEPTIC— TILL YOU PUT MY ASS IN BED! [Verse 2] Grenade range that afternoon, Now I'm wide awake and steady. Pull the pin and throw the bastard— WHEN IT COUNTS, I'M FUCKING READY. Hit the deck and heard the thunder, Everything went just as planned. Then the range went cold for ten— THAT'S MORE SLEEP THAN I CAN STAND. Next thing Sarge is fucking shaking me, Boot against my sleeping bag. "Devil, how the fuck you snoring At a live grenade range?" Give me something dangerous, I'm alert and good to go. BUT THE SECOND SOMEONE SAYS STAND BY, MY FUCKING EYELIDS CLOSE. [Chorus] COMBAT NARCOLEPTIC! On my pack, against a tree! Five minutes sitting anywhere Is all the sleep I fucking need! Engines roaring, people yelling, Artillery overhead— I CAN FUCKING SLEEP THROUGH ALL OF THAT, BUT NOT WHEN I'M IN BED! [Verse 3] Ten-K hump before the sunrise, Heavy pack upon my back. Every time we stopped for water— I WAS SLEEPING ON MY PACK. Five-minute break beside the roadway? I was out before I sat. Seven-ton delayed for movement? FUCK IT. THAT'S A FUCKING NAP. Helmet tilted, rifle resting, Using gravel for a bed. Rocks feel softer than a mattress WHEN YOU'RE WALKING FUCKING DEAD. Then somebody yells we're moving. Up I jump and fall in line. ZERO TO COMBAT FUCKING READY IN ABOUT FIVE SECONDS' TIME. [Bridge] Then finally... Liberty. Shower. Clean sheets. Soft pillow. Eight uninterrupted hours. This is gonna be fucking beautiful. [Music Turns Dreamy] Eleven thirty. Room is quiet. I'm staring at the ceiling. ... Why am I not fucking sleeping? Midnight. Still awake. One fifteen. Wide awake. Two thirty-seven. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. Now my brain remembers everything I wish that shit forgot. Every stupid thing I've ever done IS SUDDENLY A FUCKING THOUGHT. Did I lock my wall locker? What's that sound? Did I leave something in my car? Why'd that girl in tenth grade dump me? FUCK... I WONDER WHERE YOU ARE. [Verse 4] Three fifteen, I flip the pillow. Four o'clock, I flip it back. Begging God for twenty minutes— JUST LET ME SLEEP, I'LL PAY YOU BACK. Then my eyes get fucking heavy. Finally drifting off instead... [Alarm] ZERO FOUR THIRTY?! YOU MOTHERFUCKER! [Final Chorus] Keep the Final Chorus exactly as-is. [Outro] Zero four thirty, back in formation, Barely standing on my feet. Then I hear those magic words— STAND BY. Oh, thank fucking Christ. Find my pack. Hit the deck. COMBAT NARCOLEPTIC— FINALLY GETTING SOME FUCKING SLEEP.
