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Blood Upon The Risers (Tune "Glory,
Glory, Hallelujah")
He was just a rookie trooper and he
surely shook with fright. As he checked all his equipment and made sure
his pack was tight. He has to sit and listen to those awful engines
roar, "You ain't gonna jump no more!"
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die;
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die: Gory, gory, what a helluva way
to die; And he ain't gonna jump no more!
"Is everybody happy?" said the
sergeant, looking up. Our hero feebly answered, "Yes" and then they
stood him up. He leaped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked.
And he ain't gonna jump no more!
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die;
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die: Gory, gory, what a helluva way
to die; And he ain't gonna jump no more!
He counted long, he counted loud, he
waited for the shock. He felt the wind, he felt the cloud, he felt the
awful drop. He jerked his cord, the silk spilled out and wrapped around
his legs. And he ain't gonna jump no more!
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die;
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die: Gory, gory, what a helluva way
to die; And he ain't gonna jump no more!
The risers wrapped around his neck,
connectors cracked his dome, The lines were snarled and tied in knots,
around his skinny bones, The canopy became his shroud, he hurled to the
ground. And he ain't gonna jump no more!
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die;
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die: Gory, gory, what a helluva way
to die; And he ain't gonna jump no more!
The days he lived and loved and
laughed, kept running through his mind, He thought about the girl back
home, the one he left behind. He thought about the medics and he
wondered what they would find. And he ain't gonna jump no more!
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die;
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die: Gory, gory, what a helluva way
to die; And he ain't gonna jump no more!
The ambulance was on the spot, the
jeeps were running wild, The medics clapped their hands with glee,
rolled up their sleeves and smiled. For it had been a week or more
since the last chute had failed. And he ain't gonna jump no more!
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die;
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die: Gory, gory, what a helluva way
to die; And he ain't gonna jump no more!
He hit the ground, the sound was
"SPLAT," the blood went spurting high. His buddies all were heard to
say "What a helluva way to die!" He lay there rolling 'round in the
welter of his gore. And he ain't gonna jump no more!
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die;
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die: Gory, gory, what a helluva way
to die; And he ain't gonna jump no more!
There was blood upon the risers, there
were brains upon the chute. Intestines were a-dangling from his
paratrooper suit The medics picked him up and poured him gently from
his boots. And he ain't gonna jump no more!
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die;
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die: Gory, gory, what a helluva way
to die; And he ain't gonna jump no more!
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