The Ballad Of Clay Carmine

Well now.. Welcome to Delta, boys!

The first rule of the Cog is...

Boy get your head down!

Boy get your head down!

Boy get your head down!

Born to a world of struggle

Raised with my brothers three

As I boy I learned through a burning world

That nothin ever comes for free

As soon as I could hold a gun now

I was out on the killing fields

Fightin in a war to save my home

From a foe that will never yield

But we won't stop because we're brothers in blood now

We'll meet again now at the end of the line

Try not to think about what fate throws before me

Reporting for duty, sir!

'What's your name, son?'

Private Clay Carmine

(You're a Gear now, son!)

Private Clay Carmine

(You're a Gear now, son!)

Boy get your head down!

(You're a gear now, son!)

On a cold and cruel morning

Under a burning sky

My brother Ant took a bullet to the head

Never even got to say goodbye

The very next year as the battle raged

Got a letter from my brother Ben

It was signed by a 'Sgt Fenix'

I knew I'd never see him again

But we won't stop because we're brothers in blood now

We'll meet again now at the end of the line

Try not to think about what fate throws before me

Reporting for duty, sir!

'What's your name, son?'

Private Clay Carmine

(You're a Gear now, son!)

Private Clay Carmine

(You're a Gear now, son!)

Now the cities are laid to ruin

And we fight on through the years

No end in sight no light of hope

Man, don't it just grind your gears

But we won't stop because we're brothers in blood now

We'll meet again now at the end of the line

Try not to think about what fate throws before me

Reporting for duty, sir!

'What's your name, son?'

Private Clay Carmine

(You're a Gear now, son!)

Private Clay Carmine

(You're a Gear now, son!)

Private Clay Carmine

(Don't it just grind your gears now)

Back in your hole!

Boy get your head down!

Boy get your head down!

Boy get your head down!

(You're a Gear now son!)