[Verse 1]

This is an ode to all my old buddies

The ones that helped me realize when shit was funny

Cut our teeth, a kick in the ass

Tackling life, there's just one chance

Mischief makers piss some off

Deal with consequences or not

Roaming the city, eyes open wide

Every adversary is urged to hide

[Chorus]

With boots on ground, win hands down

A giant sound, win hands down

Just maintain, then drop the reins

And place my crown, win hands down

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 2]

Like some royal decree, a verbal contract

You're with me and man, I got your back

Seeking adventure every which way

Knowing full well there may be hell to pay

Adolescence in full swing

A booming voice were gonna bring

So much that this platoon can do

Bread and circus is the rule

[Chorus]

With boots on ground, win hands down

A giant sound, win hands down

Just maintain, then drop the reins

And place my crown, win hands down

Win hands down

Win hands down

Win hands

[Instrumental Break]

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]

Oh-woah

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]

With boots on ground, win hands down

A giant sound, win hands down

Just maintain, then drop the reins

And place my crown, win hands down