Patriot's Gun
Metal Gear Solid · Naked Snake
The story in the song
This original song is written from Naked Snake’s perspective as Operation Snake Eater turns him into the hero the world needed—and the man he never wanted to become. It’s about the moment the mission demands the unforgivable: raising a “patriot’s gun” at the mentor who shaped him, then learning the truth only after the trigger is pulled.
The story follows Snake from the jungle drop into a Cold War lie: sent to stop Volgin’s nuclear threat and eliminate The Boss, only to discover—too late—that her “defection” was a mission, and her death was part of the price of preventing a wider war. The reward is a new name—Big Boss—and a lifetime of consequences he can’t salute away.
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Lyrics
Tape-hiss lullaby in a jungle of knives
Radio voices fade, and I count my breaths
I fell from the clouds into a cold-war dawn
Sent to bring a man back before he's gone
Then my mentor turned and left me for the dead
And a stolen sun lit the treetops red
Orders draw straight lines through a heart of green
One shot to "save the world"... one shot to keep it clean
Patriot's gun, in my shaking hand
Patriot's gun, in a silent land
She took the blame so the world stays whole
Patriot's gun... took a piece of my soul
Pain in the air, Fear in the vines below
Fury in the fire, The End moved slow
Volgin's cold lightning stole my right-eye view
And Sorrow walked me through the ghosts I knew
White flowers waiting where the water stays
She asked me to end it... then looked away
Patriot's gun in my shaking hand
Patriot's gun in the silent land
She took the blame so the world stays whole
Patriot's gun... took a piece of my soul
A cassette in the morning cut through the lies
She never betrayed us - she was sacrificed to survive
They crown me "Big Boss" and called it a win
But every new border was a war within
They copied my blood, made children of fate
So I built a heaven for soldiers...
And watched it burn again
Patriot's gun, in my shaking hand
Patriot's gun, in a silent land
She took the blame so the world stays whole
Patriot's gun... took a piece of my soul
Patriot's gun, in my shaking hand
Patriot's gun, in the silent land
She took the blame so the world stays whole
Patriot's gun... took a piece of my soul
I salute the grave and the name tastes like ash
Then the jungle closes... and I disappear in the splash