Sergeant Pain

Well Alpha, Beta, Charlie are the call signs of the day
I’ll make you crawl in the mud under wire twisted with a blade
This is an army of one the few the proud elite aggression
You’ll give me twenty then twenty more I’ll make you bleed this is my mission

If you can’t make it go down washout lane
Pack your bags son or face me again

Chorus
Cause my name is pain and son you’ll learn this soon again
Line up shut up this mission here is not a game
Cause you can be all you can be
This game is over son it’s time to get shit done
Gear up grunts it’s time for war

Well the sergeant calls the general the best of men are those who are made
The honor serves the privilege makes the saviour soldiers of the day

So wear these tags boys one for home and one for the grave
No one’s left behind or you’ll pay