Words and music by John Kay, 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 to songs of freedom, feeling 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, they're feelin' no pain, yeah, living and lovin' While we are flyin', dancin' and dyin' in 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, forever and out of touch with time Walking the streets of home, he lost and alone
Can anybody tell me where I am, I like a stranger Some call me hero, some have called me names, some don't anymore I made it home, but I'm still in pain, I'm not or lovin' For I'm flyin', fightin' and dyin' in that Rock n' Roll war
Tell everybody I feelin' better, It's slow but I'm healing Through mother earth and father time, I don't 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 rock 'n roll war Tell everybody I'm doin' all right, yes, I'm livin' and For I'm flyin', livin' and dyin' in that rock n' roll war.
1989 Black Leather Music., (BMI), John Music, (BMI), Attlebrat, (BMI)