Words and music by Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte
He was barely a man morning when he got on that plane In his pocket some and pictures of home A few days later lying in the jungle, beneath the pouring rain Listening to songs of freedom, feeling and alone
Can anybody tell me why I'm here, where's the where's the reason all so crazy, it's madness over here, just 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 rock 'n war.
Everything looked the that morning, when he came home again In his baggage medals and memories of war But he was different, changed forever and out of touch with Walking the of home, he felt lost and alone
Can tell me where I am, I feel like a stranger Some call me hero, 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', fightin' and dyin' in that Rock n' war
Tell I feelin' better, It's been slow but I'm healing mother earth 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 fly in, fight in or die in some rock 'n roll war Tell I'm doin' all right, yes, I'm livin' and lovin' For I'm done flyin', livin' and dyin' in that n' roll war.
1989 Leather Music., (BMI), Michael John Music, (BMI), Attlebrat, (BMI)