Stand up, huck up, shuffle to the door
Jump right out and count to four
If my main don’t open wide
I’ve got ‘a reason by my side
And if that one should fail me to
Well look out ground, i’m ‘a coming through
And if I die on the old drop zone
Box me up and ship me home
Tell my girl I did my best 
Bury in the leaning rest
When I get to heaven, St Peters gonna say
How’d ya earn your living?
How’d ya earn your pay?
I will reply with a whole lotta anger 
I earned my pay as an airborne ranger
Drivin on, Holdin on, Eleven meters.. (chanting)

La il course après soi même dans les bois en chantant les paroles dans la description

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