(Some cadences contain vulgar language. Please read with
caution.)
Blood Upon The Risers
(Sung to the tune of The Battle Hymn of the Republic)
He was just a cherry trooper and he surely shook with fright
as he checked all his equipment and made sure his pack was
tight
He had to sit and listen to the awful engines roar,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
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
He ainÕt gonna jump no more.
"Is everybody happy?" cried the Sergeant, looking
up.
Our hero feebly answered "yes," and then they
stood him up.
He leaped right out into the blast, his static line
unhooked.
He ainÕt gonna jump no more.
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
He ainÕt gonna jump no more.
He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock;
He felt the wind, he felt the clouds, he felt the awful
drop;
He jerked his cord, the silk spilled out and wrapped around
his legs.
He ainÕt gonna jump no more.
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
He ainÕt gonna jump no more.
The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his
dome;
The lines were snarled and tied in knots, around his skinny
bones;
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
He ainÕt gonna jump no more.
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
He ainÕt gonna jump no more.
The days heÕd lived and loved and laughed kept running
through his mind;
He thought about the girl back home, the one heÕd left
behind;
He thought about the medics and wondered what theyÕd find.
He ainÕt gonna jump no more.
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
He ainÕt gonna jump no more.
The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild;
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, they rolled their
sleeves and smiled;
For it had been a week or more since last a chute had failed.
He ainÕt gonna jump no more.
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
He ainÕt gonna jump no more.
He hit the ground, the sound was splat, his blood went
spurting high;
His comrades were then heard to say, "A helluve way to
die";
He lay there rolling Ôround in the welter of his gore.
He ainÕt gonna jump no more.
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
He ainÕt gonna jump no more.
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the
chute;
Intestines were a-dangling from this paratrooperÕs boots;
They picked him up, still in his chute and poured him from his
boots.
He ainÕt gonna jump no more.
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
He ainÕt gonna jump no more