Blood Upon the Risers(Gory, Gory, What a Hell of a way to die) (исполнитель: 82nd Airborne Division All-Гимн американских)

He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright,
    He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight;
    He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar,
    "You ain't gonna jump no more!"

    [bad word] 
    Gory, gory, what a [bad word] of a way to die,
    Gory, gory, what a [bad word] of a way to die,
    Gory, gory, what a [bad word] of a way to die,
    he ain't gonna jump no more!

    "Is everybody happy?" cried the Sergeant looking up,
    Our Hero meekly answered "Yes," and then they stood him up;
    He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked,
    And 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 cold, he felt the awful drop,
    The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs,
    And he ain't gonna jump no more.

    [bad word] 

    The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome,
    Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones;
    The canopy became his shroud; he hurtled to the ground.
    And he ain't gonna jump no more.

    [bad word] 

    The days he'd lived and loved and laughed [bad word] through his mind,
    He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind;
    He thought about the medics, and wondered what they'd find,
    And 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, rolled up their sleeves and smiled,
    For it had been a week or more since the last a 'chute had failed,
    And he ain't gonna jump no more.

    [bad word] 

    He hit the ground, the sound was "SPLAT" his blood went spurting high,
    [bad word] were all heard to say "[bad word] of a way to die!"
    He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore,
    And he ain't gonna jump no more.

    [bad word] 

    (slowly, solemnly; about half the speed of the other verses)
    There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute,
    Intestines were a'dangling from his Paratrooper suit,
    He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots,
    And he ain't gonna jump no more

    Gory, gory, what a [bad word] of a way to die,
    Gory, gory, what a [bad word] of a way to die,
    Gory, gory, what a [bad word] of a way to die,
    And he ain't gonna jump no more!
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