Marine Corps Running Cadence
Mission Top Secret, destination unknown,
We don’t know if we’re ever coming home.
Stand up buckle up and shuffle to the door,
Jump right out and shout “Marine Corps!”
If my shoot don’t open wide,
I’ve got a reserve by my side.
If that one should fail me too,
Look out ground I’m coming through.
Hookin and a jabbin,
Slashin and a stabbin.
If I die in a combat zone,
Box me up and ship me home.
Pin my medals upon my chest.
Tell my momma I’ve done my best.