Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's weak and a back that's strong

You kill sixteen men, what do you get?
Another day older and a name to the list
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I sold my soul to the marine corp

I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my Rifle and I walked to the Line
I Killed sixteen men with my issued M4
And the seargent said "well, bless my soul"

You kill sixteen men, what do you get?
Another day older and a name to the list
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I sold my soul to the marine corp

I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Can't no high-toned woman make me walk the line

You kill sixteen men, what do you get?
Another day older and a name to the list
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I sold my soul to the marine corp

If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't get you, then the left one will

You kill sixteen men, what do you get?
Another day older and a name to the list
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I sold my soul
to the marine corp