It was dark all around
There was frost in the ground
When the tigers broke free
And no one survived
From the Royal Fusiliers Company Z
They were all left behind
Most of them dead
The rest of them dying
And that’s how the High Command
Took my daddy from me
Them soldiers they fired
Oh ma did we run
But when we turned around
The battle begun
Then I went under
Oh ma, am I done
Hey, hey momma, look sharp
Daddy’s rifle in my hand felt reassurin’
He told me, Red means run, son, numbers add up to nothin’
But when the first shot hit the docks I saw it comin’
Raised my rifle to my eye
Never stopped to wonder why.
Then I saw black,
And my face splashed in the sky.
There’s trouble on the street tonight
I can feel it in my bones, I had a premonition
That he should not go alone
I knew the gun was loaded
But I didn’t think he’d kill
Everything exploded, and the blood began to spill
Boy, boy, crazy boy,
Get cool, boy!
Got a rocket in your pocket,
Keep coolly cool, boy!
Don’t get hot,
'Cause man, you got
Some high times ahead.
Take it slow and Daddy-O,
You can live it up and die in bed!
All around me the air sings a melody
Chin is up, so the scene belongs to me
Something’s up in a way that’s rightfully
Rocket silver, so clean and clear to see
Here it comes like a silver symphony
Fired from my mind
Rocket Silver Symphony
Out of my mind-Rocket Silver Symphony
A pretty girl is like a melody
That haunts you night and day
Just like the strain of a haunting refrain
She’ll start up-on a marathon
And run around your brain
You can’t escape she’s in your memory
By morning night and noon
She will leave you and then come back again
A pretty girl is just like a pretty tune
I had a date with a pretty ballerina
Her hair so brilliant that it hurtin’ my eyes
I asked her for this dance and then she obliged me
Was I surprised? Yeah
Was I surprised? No, not at all
I called her yesterday, it should have been tomorrow
I could not keep this joy that was inside
I beg for her to tell me if she really loved me
Dance, ballerina, dance
And do your pirouette in rhythm with your achin’ heart
Dance, ballerina, dance
You mustn’t once forget a dancer has to dance the part
Ballerina, you must of seen her..
Dancing in the sand…
And now she’s in me, always with me…
Tiny dancer in my hand…
Ballerina girl
The joy you bring me
Every day and night
Holding you tight
How I’ve waited for your love
Joy, to the world,
was a beautiful girl
but to me Joy meant only sorrow.
Jeremiah was a bullfrog.
All along I believed I would find you,
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for 1000 years.
I will love you for 1000 more…
He waits to see you
For it has been long since you left him
On his own to wander
Woman of a thousand years
How are your sons of a time ago
Do they still admire your silvered ways
As you go down
To the sea and golden sand
I wonder, as I wander, out under the sky
How Jesus, our Savior, did come for to die
For poor, orn’ry people like you and like I
I wonder as I wander, out under the sky
Long as I remember the rain been comin’ down
Clouds of mystery pourin’ confusion on the ground
Good men through the ages tryin’ to find the sun
And I wonder, still I wonder, who’ll stop the rain?
Oh, war it’s an enemy to all mankind
The thought of war blows my mind
War has caused unrest
Within the younger generation
Induction then destruction
Who wants to die? Oh
War, huh (good God y’all)
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it, say it, say it
War (uh-huh), huh (yeah, huh)
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, listen to me
And it’s 1, 2, 3, what’re we fighting for?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn
Next stop is Vietnam
And it’s 5, 6, 7, open up the pearly gates
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why
Whoopee! We’re all gonna die
Wake up to mortar attack
Hit the ground, I’m out of the rack
My sergeant rushes me off to chow
But I don’t eat it anyhow
Oh hail, Oh hail, Oh infantry
Queen of battle, follow me
Oh, airborne ranger’s the life for me
For nothing in this world is free
From a big bird in the sky
All will jump and some will die
Off to battle we will go
To live or die, hell I don’t know