Cadence

Combat Control

We come in the night and steal your soul
That's because we're the Combat Control

Paint my face black and green,
Do it well so I won't be seen.

I come by land, air and sea,
You can call me a badass Marine

I slip and slither through the grass,
Then come up and kick your ass!

You run in the bush and try to hide,
But that's where I live; your gonna die!

A flash and bang will be your fate,
You won't know I'm here till it's way to late!

Carry my pack upon my back!
Locked and cocked I'm gonna attack!

Marching || Running