Routine Patrol
[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