The sole's beaten and broken, every crease could've spoken..
run, walk, march or creep. My dreams have just opened.
They've been through the desert camel-backed over seas,
parachuting, fifty degrees. over the trees.
The leather is torn, but I forever weather the storm.
I head in the door boot first, ahead of the norm.
You can bet it be war, vets deployed. Train with the best
lets settle the score. Decorated, ready for more.
Old and tarnished. My flaws hidden with a coat of polish.
Ready to demolish Hussein, obliterate Osama.
Never display pain, they just fade with honor.
Stepping through creeks, hotel's handlin business.
through sand and the ditches, the plan's to dismantle the vicious.
with air strikes and tunnels underground,
the rumbling sound as a hundred troops pummel ground.
These boots are strapped tight and they've done me proud
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