(CHORUS:)
Gory! Gory! What a helluva way to die!
Gory! Gory! What a helluva way to die!
Gory! Gory! What a helluva way to die!
And, he ain't gonna jump no more!
"Is everybody happy?" cried the Sergeant looking up.
Our Hero meekly answered "Yes," and then they stood him up.
He leaped right out into the blast, his static line unhooked.
And, he ain't gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
He counted loud. He counted long. He waited for the shock.
He felt the wind. He felt the cold. He felt the awful drop.
The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
And he ain't gonna jump no more
.
(CHORUS)
The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome.
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones.
His canopy became a shroud as he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
The days he'd lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind...
He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind...
He thought about the medics and wondered what they'd find.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
The ambulance was on the spot. The jeeps were running wild.
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled.
For it had been a week or so since last a 'chute had failed.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
He hit the ground. The sound was "Splat!" The blood went spurting high.
His comrades then were heard to say: "A helluva way to die!"
He lay there rolling around in all the welter of his gore.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
(Slowly and Solemnly)
There was blood upon the risers. There was brains upon his chute...
Intestines were a'dangling from his Paratrooper suit...
They picked him up and they poured him from his boots.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Beautiful streamer, please open for me.
Blue skies above me, but no canopy.
I counted to 10,000, but waited too long.
Reached for my ripcord ... the handle was gone.
Gory! Gory! What a helluva way to die!
Gory! Gory! What a helluva way to die!
Gory! Gory! What a helluva way to die!
And, he ain't gonna jump no more!
Gory! Gory! What a helluva way to die!
Gory! Gory! What a helluva way to die!
Gory! Gory! What a helluva way to die!
And, he ain't gonna jump no more!
"Is everybody happy?" cried the Sergeant looking up.
Our Hero meekly answered "Yes," and then they stood him up.
He leaped right out into the blast, his static line unhooked.
And, he ain't gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
He counted loud. He counted long. He waited for the shock.
He felt the wind. He felt the cold. He felt the awful drop.
The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
And he ain't gonna jump no more
.
(CHORUS)
The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome.
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones.
His canopy became a shroud as he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
The days he'd lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind...
He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind...
He thought about the medics and wondered what they'd find.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
The ambulance was on the spot. The jeeps were running wild.
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled.
For it had been a week or so since last a 'chute had failed.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
He hit the ground. The sound was "Splat!" The blood went spurting high.
His comrades then were heard to say: "A helluva way to die!"
He lay there rolling around in all the welter of his gore.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
(Slowly and Solemnly)
There was blood upon the risers. There was brains upon his chute...
Intestines were a'dangling from his Paratrooper suit...
They picked him up and they poured him from his boots.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Beautiful streamer, please open for me.
Blue skies above me, but no canopy.
I counted to 10,000, but waited too long.
Reached for my ripcord ... the handle was gone.
Gory! Gory! What a helluva way to die!
Gory! Gory! What a helluva way to die!
Gory! Gory! What a helluva way to die!
And, he ain't gonna jump no more!
Notes
Helluva i.e. Hell of a
Helluva i.e. Hell of a
Contributed by giorgio - 2010/6/21 - 08:14
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Lyrics by US Paratroopers
Music: sung to the tune of "The Battle Hymn of The Republic" ("John Brown").
Although this song was originally written and sung by American Paratroopers during WWII, some do consider it a war protest song as well, so this is why I'm suggesting it.
Telling the story of a paratrooper's last jump because his parachute fails, this song still is sung today as a reminder of the dangers of jumping.