DRILL

By Boy Math

Released on July 4, 2025

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No kings, no crowns - speak that word

Raise peace like a flag, while a tyrant’s heard

No kings, no crowns - let the drumline roll

March on, heart strong, pay freedom’s toll

**Verse**

Founders in the mud said, “Fight or starve,”

Jefferson: “Water the tree with the blood we carve.”

Adams shook the halls “Bend? Never!”

Chains crack open when we stand together

Fifty-K fell, twenty-five in our ranks

Paid that price so the future says thanks

You frame one man, but the Army still breathеs

June 14 - double-clutch muskets in thе wreaths

Brunch-sign clout? Nah, dodge D.C. heat

Four-score battles proved power on the street

Mocking formations that shattered a throne

While peace-folk croon and the beast’s full-grown

Where was Gavin? Harris? Spark in the dark?

Your chords hit flat, soft strings, no bark

Parade wasn’t his, it’s the scar we bear

Drill line echoes, and you’re unaware

Chant “No kings”but forget the cost

Eight-thousand ghosts cry, “Your freedom’s lost!”

Talk can’t snap chains; steel did before

Tweets fade quick, but the rifles roar

No guts, no glory, reject the core?

History shows one army, indivisible, armed for war

**Hook (outro)**

No kings, no crowns, feel that beat

Stand tall, march on, keep truth in the street

No kings, no crowns, let the cadence fly

Freedom paid in blood so the flag stays high