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
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 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
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:52
Key
1
Tempo
155 BPM

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