Words and music by John Kay, Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte
He was barely a man that morning when he got on plane In his some music and pictures of home A few days later he's lying in the jungle, beneath the rain Listening to songs of freedom, feeling scared and
Can anybody tell me why I'm here, where's the 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 no pain, yeah, they're living and lovin' While we are flyin', dancin' and dyin' in this 'n roll war.
Everything looked the same morning, when he came home again In his baggage some medals and of war But he was different, changed forever and out of touch with Walking the of home, he felt lost and alone
Can anybody me where I am, I feel like 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 still flyin', and dyin' in that Rock n' Roll war
Tell everybody I feelin' better, It's been slow but I'm Through mother and father 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, fight in or die in some rock 'n war Tell I'm doin' all right, yes, I'm livin' and lovin' For I'm done flyin', livin' and dyin' in that rock n' war.
1989 Black Music., (BMI), Michael John Music, (BMI), Attlebrat, (BMI)