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На сон грядущий.




(Refrain)
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
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 the icy blast, his static line unhooked,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

(Refrain)

He counted loud, he counted long, he waited for the shock,
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt that awful drop,
The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

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.

(Refrain)

The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind;
He thought about the medics and he 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," his blood went spurting high,
His comrades were heard to say: "What the hell of a way to die!"
He lay there rolling around in all the welter of his gore,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

(Refrain)
(Slowly, solemnly)
There was blood upon the risers, there was brains upon his chute,
Intestines were a'dangling from his Paratrooper's suit,
They poured him from his helmet, they poured him from his boots
And he ain't gonna jump no more

Beautiful streamer please open for me,
Blue skies above me and no canopy.
I counted 10 thousand, waited too long,
Reached for my ripcord the handle was gone.

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more!
Gory no more~
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