We must follow Shepherd's plan
Or else the shit will hit the fan
Makarov must be found before
He can light the fuse of a Third World War
Five years ago, lost 30,000 men
In the blink of an eye
The world just fucking watched like they
Were zen while my troops all burned and died
Every fight is our fight
What happens over here matters over there
So many layers to what is right
There's no such thing as fair
Remember, no Russian
My elaborate scheme's not up for discussion
Sending a message is the start of my plan
By spilling Russian blood by America's hand
Revenge is like a ghost
Takes over every man it touches
Its thirst will not be quenched by its hosts
Until everyone's dead, freed from its clutches
Now because of Shepherd's plan
The shit's really hit the fan
Makarov must be found before
He can profit from this Third World War
Ramirez! Let's kick some ass!
Gather up some ammo and start to blast
Hammer Down is in effect
Pop flares on the roof then hit the deck
On tour in Brazil to find intel
'Til our mission is changed, the world goes to hell
Search the Gulag for 641
Turns out it's Price, already holding a gun
I haven't seen the sun in five years
But I haven't gone mad, so don't fear
The silo doors were opened by me
To launch a nuke to space to cause an EMP
The healthy human mind doesn't wake up
Thinking it's its last day on Earth
But on a suicide mission
I think of it as a luxury, not a curse
Now we're fighting through the streets of the USA
Russian paratroopers are all over the place
Rescue VIPs as bombs hit our homeland
At the White House, make our last stand
"Ghost! Come in, this is Price
Do not trust Shepherd!
I repeat, do not trust Shepherd!"
Because of Shepherd's plan
The shit's really hit the fan
Fooled us once, but won't be fooled twice
Shepherd dropped the soap, now he'll pay the price
