Damn you Deanna!
Your live journal entry got all these stupid versions running through my head like:
He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright.
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight.
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar.
You ain't gonna jump no more.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.
"Is everybody happy?" cried the sergeant looking up.
Our hero feebly answered, "Yes", and then they stood him up.
He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.
He counted long, he counted loud, 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.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.
The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome.
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones.
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.
The days he 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 medicos and wondered what they'd find.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
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 more since last a 'chute had failed.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.
He hit the ground, the sound was "Splat," his blood went spurting high.
His comrades they were heard to say, "A helluva way to die."
He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the 'chute.
Intestines were a-dangling from his paratrooper suit.
He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Or
"Is everybody ready?" cried the starter looking up
Our hero feebly answered, "Yes" and then we stood him up
He started booming down the trail, but his bindings were unhooked
Well, he ain't gonna ski no more
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
Well, he ain't gonna ski no more
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the sudden drop
He tried to stem, he tried to check, and then he tried to stop
A sudden bang, a terrible crash, a horrible rush of blood
Well, he ain't gonna ski no more
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
Well, he ain't gonna ski no more
There was blood upon his bindings, there were brains upon
his skis
Intestines were a hanging from the highest of the trees
We scraped him up from off the snow and poured him from his boots
Well, he ain't gonna ski no more
OR
His fellows put explosives on a stolen Nissan van
he was brainwashed and fast-talked as for being a martyr man
he was told to drive the van to town and given the attack plan
and he ain't gonna drive back home
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die
with the gearbox in your belly and the camshaft in your eye
His innards were all over and the rest was blown in sky
and he ain't gonna drive back home.
He turned the key and shifted the gear and gas pedal he pressed
"Take as many people with you" is what fellows of his stressed
He drove to town and felt that Allah surely had him blessed
and he ain't gonna drive back home
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die
with the gearbox in your belly and the camshaft in your eye
His innards were all over and the rest was blown in sky
and he ain't gonna drive back home.
He drove and stopped at town square and the button red he clicked
a half a ton of TNT went up before clock ticked
Men and wives and children were killed in a time eye flicked
and he ain't gonna drive back home
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die
with the gearbox in your belly and the camshaft in your eye
His innards were all over and the rest was blown in sky
and he ain't gonna drive back home.
Now resistance to invader is a thing I understand
it's the duty of the nation and a task to every man
But blind terror is a thing I really cannot comprehend
and he ain't gonna drive back home
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die
with the gearbox in your belly and the camshaft in your eye
His innards were all over and the rest was blown in sky
and he ain't gonna drive back home.
The victims were civilians, not a single Yank was killed
I fail to see why anyone would be satisfied or thrilled
It's just a deed of psycopaths whose blood is cold and chilled
and he ain't gonna drive back home.
Gory, gory, he blew up himself in Hell
with killing scores of innocents and leaving few to tell
He's no hero but a murderer, and that should ring the bell
and he ain't gonna drive back home.
There are others that I don't recall the words to, one about a cave and vandalism, one about a climber and one about sailor.
He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright.
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight.
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar.
You ain't gonna jump no more.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.
"Is everybody happy?" cried the sergeant looking up.
Our hero feebly answered, "Yes", and then they stood him up.
He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.
He counted long, he counted loud, 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.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.
The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome.
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones.
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.
The days he 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 medicos and wondered what they'd find.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
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 more since last a 'chute had failed.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.
He hit the ground, the sound was "Splat," his blood went spurting high.
His comrades they were heard to say, "A helluva way to die."
He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the 'chute.
Intestines were a-dangling from his paratrooper suit.
He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Or
"Is everybody ready?" cried the starter looking up
Our hero feebly answered, "Yes" and then we stood him up
He started booming down the trail, but his bindings were unhooked
Well, he ain't gonna ski no more
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
Well, he ain't gonna ski no more
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the sudden drop
He tried to stem, he tried to check, and then he tried to stop
A sudden bang, a terrible crash, a horrible rush of blood
Well, he ain't gonna ski no more
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
Well, he ain't gonna ski no more
There was blood upon his bindings, there were brains upon
his skis
Intestines were a hanging from the highest of the trees
We scraped him up from off the snow and poured him from his boots
Well, he ain't gonna ski no more
OR
His fellows put explosives on a stolen Nissan van
he was brainwashed and fast-talked as for being a martyr man
he was told to drive the van to town and given the attack plan
and he ain't gonna drive back home
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die
with the gearbox in your belly and the camshaft in your eye
His innards were all over and the rest was blown in sky
and he ain't gonna drive back home.
He turned the key and shifted the gear and gas pedal he pressed
"Take as many people with you" is what fellows of his stressed
He drove to town and felt that Allah surely had him blessed
and he ain't gonna drive back home
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die
with the gearbox in your belly and the camshaft in your eye
His innards were all over and the rest was blown in sky
and he ain't gonna drive back home.
He drove and stopped at town square and the button red he clicked
a half a ton of TNT went up before clock ticked
Men and wives and children were killed in a time eye flicked
and he ain't gonna drive back home
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die
with the gearbox in your belly and the camshaft in your eye
His innards were all over and the rest was blown in sky
and he ain't gonna drive back home.
Now resistance to invader is a thing I understand
it's the duty of the nation and a task to every man
But blind terror is a thing I really cannot comprehend
and he ain't gonna drive back home
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die
with the gearbox in your belly and the camshaft in your eye
His innards were all over and the rest was blown in sky
and he ain't gonna drive back home.
The victims were civilians, not a single Yank was killed
I fail to see why anyone would be satisfied or thrilled
It's just a deed of psycopaths whose blood is cold and chilled
and he ain't gonna drive back home.
Gory, gory, he blew up himself in Hell
with killing scores of innocents and leaving few to tell
He's no hero but a murderer, and that should ring the bell
and he ain't gonna drive back home.
There are others that I don't recall the words to, one about a cave and vandalism, one about a climber and one about sailor.