Lorch-Miller Lyrics

Heavy swallow but theres still no comment

Hut 1, 2, salute you

Wait for a cadence that seems just familiar to walk to

Wicked spells that they put you under

Bet both hands you'll follow

Pack an extra face to save and pledge allegiance to behave

Give the monkeys the time to jabber

Now that sounds appealing

The speech that cattle like to hear has less to do with pride than fear

Make way for the new battalion

March right, left, or skipping

The uniforms I think you'll find were torn and burned just left behind