We are the soldiers of the Kc Kids Brigade
But they call us Tanka Ray
A mokiker we're proud of
Got our fists in the air, fighting cuz we care
We sacrificed to get here
Yes we fought through the trenches
Paid all our dues, drank too much booze
But if you were in our shoes
Would you still be standing?
For the Glory, for the Crew, for the KC Kids and you
For the Proud and the True
Us array of tanks are standin'