Words and by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte
He was barely a man that morning when he got on plane In his pocket music and pictures of home A few later 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, 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' While we are flyin', dancin' and dyin' in this 'n roll war.
Everything looked the same morning, when he came home again In his some medals and memories of war But he was different, forever and out of touch with time Walking the streets of home, he felt lost and
Can anybody tell me where I am, I feel a stranger Some call me hero, some 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 flyin', fightin' and dyin' in that Rock n' Roll war
Tell everybody I feelin' better, It's been but I'm healing Through mother earth and time, I don't hurt like before I love a good woman, we have a son, 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)