Words and by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket 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 lying in the jungle, beneath the pouring rain Listening to songs of freedom, scared and alone
Can tell me why I'm here, where's the rhyme where's the reason all so crazy, it's madness over here, just who are we fighting for The guys back home, feelin' no pain, yeah, they're living and lovin' we are flyin', dancin' and dyin' in this rock 'n roll war.
Everything the same that 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 streets of home, he lost and alone
Can tell me where I am, I feel 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', and dyin' in that Rock n' Roll war
Tell everybody I feelin' better, It's slow but I'm healing Through mother and father time, I don't hurt like before I a good woman, we have 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 flyin', livin' and dyin' in that rock n' roll war.
1989 Black Leather Music., (BMI), John Music, (BMI), Attlebrat, (BMI)