Tinker, Tailor, Soldier: 76 - Dan Bull

We’re all Soldier Seventy Six

Except we’ll never be ripped

American kids

Getting to grips

With intricate weapons as heavy as bricks

We’re all Soldier Seventy Six

Except we’ll never be ripped

American kids

Getting to grips

With intricate weapons as heavy as bricks

Welcome to the jungle

What’s that rumbling?

Is it tropic thunder?

Or is it the bomb blowing up is it Osmium’s atomic number?

There’s no time to ponder, wonder

Los Muertos are on the run they’re coming for your daughters

But there’s one man who will not succumb to bullies

Villainy, tyranny, scum the slum

At least somebody’s summoned the courage

To come and be the one to fill them with steel

Without pulling a gun on these silly billies

Is he stealing his flow from Machine Gun Kelly

Who he’s seen on telly?

Nope, he’s already made the Killshot

These other MC’s aren’t ready

Steady aiming in a deadly game

Deliver heavy pain

Bigger than belly ache

Ready made for giving hell and yet he’ll barely break

At any stage

Whether witnessing Chevy chase

Chase Betty page

He’ll make it evident he’s made mistakes

And send him straight

To an early grave

Pearly gates, helix rockets

Where’s he keep them?

Really big pockets

Locking and loading

Whatever option he’s chosen

He’s toting loads of more of what matters

The former Morrison’s slogan

So Logan Paul would be proud of the bodies

He’s shot for promotion

We’re all Soldier Seventy Six

Except we’ll never be ripped

American kids

Getting to grips

With intricate weapons as heavy as bricks

We’re all Soldier Seventy Six

Except we’ll never be ripped

American kids

Getting to grips

With intricate weapons as heavy as bricks

So heaven forbid

You get in his shit

Unless you’re exceptionally thick

If your preference is

Him letting you live

Then leg it you better be quick

Or the experts predict

Your life expectancy’s set for a definite dip

When Seventy Six

Is leaving your body resembling ketchup and chips

It’s Jack Morrison

This track walloping

So watch the words that come out your mouth

Or he’ll leave your lip fat collagen

Polishing his gun until he can see his face in it

Aiming straight through his sights 'til he can see your face in it

His tactical visor’s

A tactic advisor

A contraption devised

To help him see the battlefield wiser

Jack is the type of guy that’s thriving in a target rich environment

And he likes settling arguments

With armour, clips and armaments

Sharp shooting, feel the needle sting

Seventy Six is a mean old thing

But is it his age or the name of Philadelphia’s B-ball team

Once a young boy, farmer’s son

All harmless fun

'Til he joined the armed forces and encountered countless guns

America’s pride and darling son

Buried alive at Arlington

But he wasn’t ready to go back to the soil

His time of farming’s done

He never died, he’s hardly begun

He’s hardly started the fun’s just commencing

There’s tons of aggressors

He’d like to confront and fights to be won

We’re all Soldier Seventy Six

Except we’ll never be ripped

American kids

Getting to grips

With intricate weapons as heavy as bricks

We’re all Soldier Seventy Six

Except we’ll never be ripped

American kids

Getting to grips

With intricate weapons as heavy as bricks

So heaven forbid

You get in his shit

Unless you’re exceptionally thick

If your preference is

Him letting you live

Then leg it you better be quick

Or the experts predict

Your life expectancy’s set for a definite dip

When Seventy Six

Is leaving your body resembling ketchup and chips