Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Ritchotte
He was a man that morning when he got on that plane In his pocket some music and of home A few days later he's lying in the jungle, beneath the pouring Listening to songs of freedom, 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 back home, they're feelin' no pain, yeah, they're living and lovin' While we are flyin', dancin' and dyin' in rock 'n roll war.
Everything looked the same that morning, when he came again In his baggage medals and memories of war But he was different, changed forever and out of with time Walking the of home, he felt lost and alone
Can anybody tell me where I am, I like a stranger Some me hero, some have called me names, some don't call anymore I made it home, but I'm still in pain, I'm not or lovin' For I'm still flyin', fightin' and dyin' in that Rock n' war
everybody I feelin' better, It's been slow but I'm healing Through mother and father time, I don't hurt like before I love a woman, we have a son, he's our joy, our salvation May he never fly in, fight in or die in rock 'n roll war Tell I'm doin' all right, yes, I'm livin' and lovin' For I'm flyin', livin' and dyin' in that rock n' roll war.
Black Leather Music., (BMI), Michael John Music, (BMI), Attlebrat, (BMI)