Routine Patrol

Lyrics

[Spoken verses] I guess my name's on that Morning role Out of the sack On routine patrol Marks on my calendar Row on row Three-fifty down... And ten to go Wilson, Smith Garrison, Schole Fifteen men On routine patrol Five feet apart In single file We move out For mile on mile It's too quiet Not a sound... Then Hell breaks loose! All around! The name of the game is Save your soul! Fourteen men On routine patrol The [??] vans hit And down we go A call for help On the radio Well, in your head Say your prayers Straighten it out With the Man upstairs Or you'll never get out Of this jungle hole Thirteen men On routine patrol We're pinned down From every side Nowhere to go, and No place to hide The cries of "Medic!" Fill the air The black pajamas Are everywhere The snipers take A heavy toll Eleven men On routine patrol Routine patrol? Routine patrol? They call this game Routine patrol? If I ever get back I'd swear to my soul I'll never go again On routine patrol He'll be alright, nurse He's off the critical role But he'll never go again On routine patrol