We come in the night and steal your soul That's because we're the Combat Control
(chorus) Paint my face black and green, Do it well so I won't be seen.
(chorus) I come by land, air and sea, You can call me the CCT! I slip and slither through the grass, Then come up and
kick your ass!
(chorus) You run in the bush and try to hide, But that's where I live; your gonna die!
(chorus) A flash and bang will be your fate, You won't know I'm here till it's way to late!
(chorus) Carry my ruck upon my back! Locked and cocked I'm gonna attack!
(chorus) Standin' tall in my red beret, I'm the best in the USA!