Massive Attack & Tom Waits (feat.): Boots on the Ground | Song-Factsheet

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Song «Boots on the Ground» von Massive Attack & Tom Waits (feat.).

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 2026 04 16 (Digital)
Label: PIAS
Songwriter Kathleen Brennan & Robert del Naja & Stew Jackson & Grant Marshall & Tom Waits
Produktion: Robert del Naja & Grant Marshall & Stew Jackson
Genre: Electronica - Breakbeat - Triphop

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Personen und Querverweise

Massive Attack & Tom Waits (feat.)
Kathleen Brennan
Robert del Naja
Stew Jackson
Grant Marshall
Tom Waits
Robert del Naja
Grant Marshall
Stew Jackson

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Big legs dangle from a helicopter hole Big chug rhythm, gotta be now ho! Brown, mean and young, dumb and full of cum What can you use a Marine for? [Chorus] This is a fucking ass machine gun war With your boots on the ground, boots on the ground Boots on the ground, boots on the ground We trim your hedges, we fight your wars Wait in the trenches and we're fucked 'til we're sore With boots on the ground, boots on the ground [Verse 2] Born shiny bullets in an army of ants Blow that horn, we sleep in our pants Big titties, big titties Well we holler and we burn down cities [Chorus] Boots on the ground, boots on the ground Shootin' up the town I'm stayin' in the holе 'til Jimmy Hoffa is found With my boots on the ground [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] Well, something goеs tink when the cartridge is spent Where do you think all your cartilage went? Boots on the ground, boots on the ground Now who the hell are these federal pricks? Hiding in the Senate like a bloated-ass tick Air-conditioned fuckstick loafers Sittin' in a room full of army posters A coal to a diamond, a vote into law They campaign up all the blood they can draw Mold your world, a soldier's just clay How much does every soldier weigh? Cut you at the ankles and they throw that ass away Boots on the ground [Instrumental Break] [Outro] Cold and hot as Satan's hoof Spinning on the world, I'm hiding on a roof I kill a brown man I never ass knew Choked on spit and then he turned blue He spouted black blood, he rolled fin out He died right here, I got the pearl from his snout A puff of gray smoke, the tongue of a cloud He rotted in the sand and all that they found was his boots on the ground Boots on the ground, boots on the ground All that they found was his boots on the ground, boots on the ground