Blood on the risers (исполнитель: Paratrooper songs)
Blood on the risers (TO THE TUNE OF"GLORY, GLORY, HALLELUJAH") He was just a rookie trooper, And he surely shook with fright As he checked all his equipment And he made sure his pack was tight. "Is everyone happy?", cried the sargeant, looking up, Our hero feebly answered "Yes," and then they stood him up He leaped right out into the blast, his static line unhooked, HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE! [bad word] He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock He felt the wind, he felt the clouds, he felt the awful drop, He jerked his cord, the silk spilled out and wrapped around his legs, HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE! [bad word] 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 hurtled to the ground, HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE! [bad word] The days he's lived and loved and laughed [bad word] through his mind, He thought about his girl back home, the one he left behind, He thought about the medics and wondered what they'd find, HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE! [bad word] The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps [bad word] wild, The medics jumped and screamed with glee, they rolled their sleeves and smiled For it had been a week or more since last a 'chute had failed HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE! [bad word] He hit the ground, the sound was "SPLATT", his blood went spurting high [bad word] then were heard to say "helluva way to die!" He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE! [bad word] There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon his 'chute Intestines were a'dangling from his Paratrooper's boots, They picked him up, still in his 'chute and poured him from his boots. HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE! [bad word] GORY, GORY, WHAT HELLUVA WAY TO DIE! GORY, GORY, WHAT HELLUVA WAY TO DIE! GORY, GORY, WHAT HELLUVA WAY TO DIE! HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!!!!!