Going In For Guns

Posted At : March 2, 2010 6:00 AM | Posted By : Rowdy
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Dos Gringos is the greatest band on the face of the earth. Not just because of their musical talents and clever, amusing lyrics. They're great because they're fighter pilots. Just another example for the world that no matter what a fighter pilot sets his mind to, he'll be the best. That's why people love fighter pilots. Because they're the best. At everything.

F-BOMB ALERT!!

(Explicit language present)

I was on my ACT upgrade, standard 4vX
The AWACS guy was out to lunch and I couldn't get no decs
I knew that they were hostile but I couldn't take the chance
So I flipped the switch to outboard and said, "Boys it's time to dance"
And they asked me where you going as I started to diverge
Said, "I've had enough of this shit, man, I'm going to merge"
'Cause BVR is great but now it's time to have some fun
So Darkstar Judy, Judy
I'm going in for guns

I was flying out at Nellis doing dark grey WIC support
I was out there by my lonesome 'cause my buddy was a mort
When I saw that big fat f**ker in a turn off to my right
He was either lost or he was looking for a fight
So I put him in my HUD and I almost flipped the switch
But then I thought, how could I miss? 'Cause that's a huge bitch
And only a big pussy would use his two fox one's
It's time to get medieval
I'm going in for guns

We were back in Iraq for the second set
Killing every fucking thing that they parked in a revet
When I saw me close to 69 trucks parked in a row
I knew I shouldn't do it but I just could not say no
So I called up twenty mike-mike and I rolled in for the pass
Knowing my commander, he was going to chew my ass
But this issue's black and white like a school bus full of nuns
And someone's gotta make the call
I'm going in for guns

I'd just been out for Mexican and my stomach was in knots
From a greasy chimichanga and two tequila shots
I had to step in five for my one DACT
As I yelled over my shoulder, "Don't nobody wait for me"
I was running down the hall like I'd never run before
And I began to wonder if I'd make it to the door
'Cause every second counts when your ass has got the runs
I made the call behind the stall
I'm going in for guns

When it comes to guns,
size matters.
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I Wish I Had a Gun Just Like the A-10

Posted At : February 12, 2010 5:25 AM | Posted By : Jolly
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I Wish I had a Gun Just Like the A-10

By Dos Gringos

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The War was in Color

Posted At : May 24, 2009 7:47 AM | Posted By : Jolly
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I put this song out two years ago. It's a fantastic reminder that our freedom has been paid for with the color RED. Fly the colors this weekend at your home and if you see a veteran tell them thanks for all they've done. It's the land of the free because of the brave.

The War was in Color

By Carbon Leaf

I see you found a box of my things,

Infantry-Tanks-and smoldering airplane wings

These old pictures are cool tell me some stories
Was it like the old War movies

Sit down son, let me fill you in

Where to begin, let’s start with the end,

This black and white photo don’t capture the skin

From the flash of a gun, to a soldier’s who’s done

Trust me grandson, The War was in Color

From shipyard to sea, from factory to sky

From rivet to rifle, from boot camp to battle cry

I wore the mask up high on a day light run

That held my face in it’s clammy hands

Crawled over coconut logs and corpses in the coral sand

Where to begin, let’s start with the end

This black and white photo don’t capture the skin

From the shock of the shell, or the memory of smell

If red is for hell, the war was in color

I held the canvas bag over the railing

The dead released with the ship still sailing

Out of our hands and into the swallowing sea

I felt the cross fire stitching up soldiers

Into a blanket of dead as the night grows colder

In a window back home a blue star is traded for gold

Where to begin, let’s start with the end

This black and white photo don’t capture the skin

When metal is churned and bodies are burned

Victory earned, The War was in color

Now I lay in my Grave, at age 21

Long before you born, before I bore a son

What good did it do, well hopefully for you

A world without War, a life full of color

Where to begin, start with the end

This black and white photo never captured my skin

Once it was torn from an enemy thorn

Straight thru the core, The War was in color

Where to begin, let’s start with the end

This black and white photo never captured my skin

From the flash of a gun, to a soldier who’s done

Trust me Grandson, The War was in Color

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