It was Rock 'n' Roll, Lock 'n' Load
300 miles on the Baghdad road
Point 'n' shoot, duck 'n' dive
Not your magic carpet ride..
The M2, the Captain, the boys and me
Rounds coming in from the Fedayeen
The shapes that move, the muffled shout
The Captain yells now: «Take 'em out».
Drop the bomb, clap your hands
Pull the trigger on the man
Rock 'n' Roll, Lock 'n' Load
300 miles on a Baghdad road
The rat-tat-tat- and something fell
Then the 7.62 went and gave 'em hell
A cloud of dust, a dirty flash
Then 3 others made a dash
Two in white, is that a gun?
One in black, on the run
They're waving something I can't see
Look like the enemy to me..
Drop the bomb, clap your hands
Pull the trigger on the man
Lock 'n' Load, Rock 'n' Roll
300 miles on a Baghdad road
I draw a bead, I'm on the mark
The 16 likes to cough and bark
The shapes they go a tumblin' round
As the bullets fly, cut 'em down
The dust-up clears, it looks secure
We go in slow to make sure
Weapons ready for their tricks
Ali can play a trick or two.
Drop the bomb, clap your hands
Pull the trigger on the man
Rock and Roll, Lock and Load
300 miles on a Baghdad road
There are things you shouldn't see
Not in this life, take it from me
Some things cannot be undone
When the safety's off the gun..
A couple of boys like my kid brother
The long black robes of the mother
The blood that drains onto the sand
And not a weapon near a hand..
Drop the bomb, clap your hands
Pull the trigger on the man
Lock 'n' Load, Rock 'n' Roll
300 miles on a Baghdad road..
Now that I came back stateside
I still can see those stone cold eyes
The twisted bodies in a trance
The sun, the sand, the flies that dance..
Keep your medals, hold your speech
Only one triumph in my reach
When I drain the bottle and the faces fade
As I leave this dark parade.
Drop the bomb, clap your hands
Pull the trigger on the man
Lock 'n' Load -Rock 'n' Roll
300 miles on a Baghdad road,
300 miles on a Baghdad road..
300 miles on the Baghdad road
Point 'n' shoot, duck 'n' dive
Not your magic carpet ride..
The M2, the Captain, the boys and me
Rounds coming in from the Fedayeen
The shapes that move, the muffled shout
The Captain yells now: «Take 'em out».
Drop the bomb, clap your hands
Pull the trigger on the man
Rock 'n' Roll, Lock 'n' Load
300 miles on a Baghdad road
The rat-tat-tat- and something fell
Then the 7.62 went and gave 'em hell
A cloud of dust, a dirty flash
Then 3 others made a dash
Two in white, is that a gun?
One in black, on the run
They're waving something I can't see
Look like the enemy to me..
Drop the bomb, clap your hands
Pull the trigger on the man
Lock 'n' Load, Rock 'n' Roll
300 miles on a Baghdad road
I draw a bead, I'm on the mark
The 16 likes to cough and bark
The shapes they go a tumblin' round
As the bullets fly, cut 'em down
The dust-up clears, it looks secure
We go in slow to make sure
Weapons ready for their tricks
Ali can play a trick or two.
Drop the bomb, clap your hands
Pull the trigger on the man
Rock and Roll, Lock and Load
300 miles on a Baghdad road
There are things you shouldn't see
Not in this life, take it from me
Some things cannot be undone
When the safety's off the gun..
A couple of boys like my kid brother
The long black robes of the mother
The blood that drains onto the sand
And not a weapon near a hand..
Drop the bomb, clap your hands
Pull the trigger on the man
Lock 'n' Load, Rock 'n' Roll
300 miles on a Baghdad road..
Now that I came back stateside
I still can see those stone cold eyes
The twisted bodies in a trance
The sun, the sand, the flies that dance..
Keep your medals, hold your speech
Only one triumph in my reach
When I drain the bottle and the faces fade
As I leave this dark parade.
Drop the bomb, clap your hands
Pull the trigger on the man
Lock 'n' Load -Rock 'n' Roll
300 miles on a Baghdad road,
300 miles on a Baghdad road..
Contributed by giorgio - 2011/3/10 - 11:37
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