DurtyMaxUSMC's Crayons

Durty Max, he's a Marine through and through With a pack of Crayolas, red, green, and blue He's on a boat, driftin' down the old muddy stream Call of Duty in his hands, livin' out a dream Crayons in his pocket, whiskey in his hand A soldier on a mission, in a make-believe land But the river's real, and the night is long Durty Max on the water, singin' a crayon song He's munchin' on red, savin' blue for later His Call of Duty kill streak's never been greater But the bottle's half-empty, and the boat's swayin' slow The river's callin' his name, but he just won't go Crayons in his pocket, whiskey in his hand A soldier on a mission, in a make-believe land But the river's real, and the night is long Durty Max on the water, singin' a crayon song He laughs at the world, with crayon-stained lips His mind's on the game, but his heart takes trips To the days of the Corps, and the taste of wax When life was simpler, just a Marine named Max Crayons in his pocket, whiskey in his hand A soldier on a mission, in a make-believe land But the river's real, and the night is long Durty Max on the water, singin' a crayon song So here's to Durty Max, on his riverboat ride With crayons for rations, and a bottle by his side The game's still on, but the night won't last Durty Max on the river, just a shadow of the past