Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket
He was barely a man that morning when he got on that In his pocket some music and of home A few days later he's lying in the jungle, beneath the pouring to songs of freedom, feeling scared and alone
Can anybody me why I'm here, where's the rhyme where's the reason It's all so crazy, it's madness over here, who are we fighting for The guys back home, they're feelin' no pain, yeah, they're living and While we are flyin', dancin' and dyin' in this 'n roll war.
Everything looked the that morning, when he came home again In his baggage some and memories of war But he was different, forever and out of touch with time the streets of home, he felt lost and alone
Can anybody tell me where I am, I feel a stranger call me hero, some have called me names, some don't call anymore I made it home, but I'm in pain, I'm not livin' or lovin' For I'm flyin', fightin' and dyin' in that Rock n' Roll war
Tell everybody I feelin' better, It's been but I'm healing Through mother earth and time, I don't hurt like before I love a good woman, we a son, he's our joy, our salvation May he never fly in, in or die in some rock 'n roll war Tell everybody I'm doin' all right, yes, I'm livin' and For I'm flyin', livin' and dyin' in that rock n' roll war.
Black Leather Music., (BMI), Michael John Music, (BMI), Attlebrat, (BMI)