Words and by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte
He was barely a man that morning he got on that plane In his pocket some music and pictures of A few days later he's 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 It's all so crazy, madness over here, just who are we fighting for The guys back home, they're feelin' no pain, yeah, they're living and we are flyin', dancin' and dyin' in this rock 'n roll war.
Everything looked the that morning, when he came home again In his baggage medals and memories of war But he was different, changed and out of touch with time Walking the streets of home, he lost and alone
Can anybody tell me where I am, I feel a stranger Some call me hero, some have called me names, some call anymore I made it home, but I'm still in pain, I'm not livin' or 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 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 never fly in, fight in or die in some rock 'n war Tell everybody I'm doin' all right, yes, I'm 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)