TYB
The eagle born to those who pledged their lives and sacred honor
was smiled upon by God and freed from chains and iron collar.
He is held aloft on unity and by history revered;
for preserving peace through strength his wings now reach across two hundred years.
But for each of those and one year more,
God has smiled upon The Corps,
from the Barbary Coast to the Eastern Sand,
by sword, by gun, or by bare hand.
So it's been, and shall be weighed:
though many are born, few are "made".
Faithful Always, they shall remain,
dogs to loose when war is waged.
I am a Marine on the beach, I'm a killin' machine,
with a need to bleed you when the light goes green,
best believe, I'm in a zone to be,
from my Yin to my Yang
Put a grin on my chin, come to me, ‘cuz I'll win,
I'm one-of-a-kind and I'll bring death to the place you're about to be:
another river of blood runnin' under my feet.
Forged in a fire lit long ago, stand next to me, you'll never stand alone.