Words and by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte
He was barely a man that morning when he got on that In his some music and pictures of home A few days he's lying in the jungle, beneath the pouring rain Listening to songs of freedom, scared and alone
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, just who are we 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 same that morning, he came home again In his some medals and memories of war But he was different, changed forever and out of touch time Walking the streets of home, he felt and alone
Can anybody me where I am, I feel like a stranger Some call me hero, some called me names, some don't call anymore I made it home, but I'm still in pain, I'm not livin' or For I'm still flyin', and dyin' in that Rock n' Roll 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 everybody I'm all right, yes, I'm livin' and lovin' For I'm flyin', livin' and dyin' in that rock n' roll war.
1989 Leather Music., (BMI), Michael John Music, (BMI), Attlebrat, (BMI)