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
By break-beat chaos

(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…)