Masochist

Once we jumped off the boat and into the jungle.
We cranked up the volume and marched to our own drummer.

Many nasty things could await me.
Noise discipline had to be maintained.

Sounds…carried incredibly far in the jungle.
Had it been heard by any bad boys?

Suddenly, my brain screamed “Stop!”
And my right leg froze in midair
My heart slammed in my throat.

The next few seconds took forever
My hands were shaking
And my nervous-system was in some kind of shock.

Then… silence got blown apart......

Many nasty things could await me.
Noise discipline had to be maintained.
We cranked up the volume and marched to our own drummer.

Into the jungle [x4]

We cranked up the volume and marched to our own drummer.

Into the jungle [x8]

Many nasty things could await me.
Noise discipline had to be maintained.
We cranked up the volume and marched to our own drummer.

Into the jungle[x4]