Rifles
Lyrics
See them arrayed Who have come to this place The challenge is written On every face High on his horse The General stands tall He's safe at this range There's no danger at all "Crack" sounds the shot The bright spray of blood The General falls And he dies in the mud Fear starts to spread Among the rank and file While out in the field A rifleman smiles What can you do? Green jackets coming for you Into the fray Green jackets making them pay And here's a big cheer For the 95th Rifles The first in the field And the last from the fray Deadly precision Achieving their mission Raise your fist 95th ♪ Men of the Light The British elite Quick with their rifles And quick on their feet Scum of the earth They live and fight hard Choosing their targets At 200 yards What can you do? Green jackets coming for you Making them pay Green jackets winning the day And here's a big cheer For the 95th Rifles The first in the field And the last from the fray Deadly precision Achieving their mission Raise your fist 95th ♪ What can you do? Green jackets coming for you Winning the day Green jackets leading the way And here's a big cheer For the 95th Rifles The first in the field And the last from the fray Deadly precision Achieving their mission Raise your fist 95th And here's a big cheer For the 95th Rifles The first in the field And the last from the fray Deadly precision Achieving their mission Raise your fist 95th
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 02:52
- Key
- 1
- Tempo
- 155 BPM