50 ways to leave your cover
The problem is your cowardliness, the Sergeant barked at me
You're here for a reason, can’t you see
Not here to hide inside a tent, don’t you agree
there must be 50 ways to leave your cover
50 ways to leave your cover
He said it and I knew that I was screwed
To run over sands in easy range of being viewed
running over mines would be less then shrewd
but there must be 50 ways to leave your cover
Just throw your grenade Wade
Attack before dawn, Shawn
Make em all glow, Joe
Don’t bomb the bus, Gus
you don’t need to cause a fuss
Just go spree Lee
For the land of the free
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