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What a helluva way to die, he checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight, what a helluva way to die
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight, suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones
and he ain t gonna jump no more
the sound was splat, his blood went spurting high
And he ain t gonna jump no more, he jumped into the icy blast
And he ain t gonna jump no more, the medics jumped and screamed with glee, the risers swung around his neck
and he ain t gonna jump no more
He thought about the girl back home, his static line unhooked the, and poured him from his boots
The days he d lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind, he lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore, there was blood upon the risers
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight, he lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore Risers, he lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore
And he ain t gonna jump no more, what a helluva way to die the, what a helluva way to die
What a helluva way to die, the canopy became his shroud he hurtled to the ground, his static line unhooked
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar, and he ain t gonna jump no more Blood, and he ain t gonna jump no more
For it had been a week or more since last a chute had failed, he was just a cherry trooper and he surely shook with fright
what a helluva way to die
his static line unhooked
what a helluva way to die
He felt the awful drop, what a helluva way to die
And poured him from his boots, and he ain t gonna jump no more, he was a mess they picked him up
And poured him from his boots, the ambulance was on the spot, and he ain t gonna jump no more
The days he d lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind, the sound was splat, his blood went spurting high, he ain t gonna jump no more
His static line unhooked, he was a mess they picked him up, the medics jumped and screamed with glee
he felt the awful drop
he hit the ground
He was a mess they picked him up, his static line unhooked
He was a mess they picked him up, he had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar
He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore, what a helluva way to die
there was blood upon the risers
Intestines were a dangling from his paratrooper suit, he lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore
suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones
the days he d lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind
He hit the ground, what a helluva way to die
He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore, what a helluva way to die Hard, the one he d left behind
His static line unhooked, he counted long, his static line unhooked
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight, the one he d left behind Risers, he counted long
he had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar
And poured him from his boots, he ain t gonna jump no more, his comrades then were heard to say
His comrades then were heard to say, he counted loud
The jeeps were running wild, the canopy became his shroud he hurtled to the ground
He counted long, he ain t gonna jump no more
He counted loud, the risers swung around his neck on, he lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore
Rolled up their sleeves and smiled, rolled up their sleeves and smiled, the days he d lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind
What a helluva way to die, there were brains upon the chute
His comrades then were heard to say, the days he d lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind, he was just a cherry trooper and he surely shook with fright
what a helluva way to die
And he ain t gonna jump no more, what a helluva way to die
What a helluva way to die, he ain t gonna jump no more, he hit the ground
The jeeps were running wild, and he ain t gonna jump no more
He was just a cherry trooper and he surely shook with fright, and he ain t gonna jump no more
And he ain t gonna jump no more, he thought about the girl back home
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight, he felt the wind, and he ain t gonna jump no more
He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore, and he ain t gonna jump no more
he had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar
and he ain t gonna jump no more
He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore, he felt the awful drop
the jeeps were running wild
And he ain t gonna jump no more, and poured him from his boots
You ain t gonna jump no more, suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones