If yer lookin’ fer me,
Don’t be headin’ to the frontlines,
Cuz I’m a bravo
And the only place for me
Is
Safe inside the FOB
If you hear a fellow man a-fightin’,
I’ll tell you just what I’d do,
Make like yer yella and run the otherway
Cause I’m a bravo and the only place for me
Is safe inside the FOB
[Harmonica Solo]
It’s 12:25
And briefing is over
And I’m lookin’ around
I see the smartgunner and the spec
They’re both
They’re both runnin’ off to the frontline
And hell
There’s like ten or fifteen PFCs
Ten hell twenty PVTs
And ain’t none of them workin’ on the forward operatin’ base
Ain’t none of them workin’ on the forward operatin’ base
And now there’s a warrior
I’m tryna build the cades around here
Fuck he punched me in the face
And I scream for help
And the SL saves me
And the engie comes a-runnin’
But there’s just one little problem
There’s no medic in the FOB
I’m a dead bravo in the FOB
It ain’t even a half finished FOB
I’m a bravo in the FOB
Before you embark down that empty road,
I recommend you check out to your left and your right,
That big ole fella over there, yeah that big ole fella over there,
That’s the armored personnel carrier
That old thing don’t look tough
I don’t think you taught me enough
So I look left and to my right
I swear that thing’s good in a fight,
Well I’m glad you checked your left
And I’m glad you looked to your right
But I gotta tell you that driver ain’t right
In their head? Their head ain’t right
Check on to your left then you gotta look on right
And then you gotta ask, is she alright? Is she alright?
[Harmonica solo]
She ain’t doing alright
She’s not feelin’ uptight
Her wheels ain’t fittin’ right