Once we jumped off the boat and into the jungle

We cranked up the volume and marched to our own drummer



Many nasty things could await me

Noise discipline had to be maintained



Sounds…carried incredibly far in the jungle

Had it been heard by any bad boys?



Suddenly, my brain screamed “Stop!”

And my right leg froze in midair

My heart slammed in my throat



The next few seconds took forever

My hands were shaking

And my nervous-system was in some kind of shock



Then… silence got blown apart



(Many nasty things could await me

Noise discipline had to be maintained

We cranked up the volume and marched to our own drummer

Into the jungle…)



We cranked up the volume and marched to our own drummer



Into the jungle (repeat)



(Many nasty things could await me

Noise discipline had to be maintained

We cranked up the volume and marched to our own drummer)

Into the jungle…)