6 o'clock in the morning and I'm the last person in this
plane still awake.
Y'know I can almost smell the blood washing against the shores
of this land that can't forget its past.
Oh the wind that carries this plane is the wind of change,
heaven sent, and hell bent.
Over the mountain tops we go, just like all the other G.I. Joes
Ee-ai-ee-ai Adios!
This is your captain calling â?? with an urgent warning
We're above the Gulf of Arabia â?? our altitude is falling
And I can't keep her up â?? there's no time for thinking
All hands on deck â?? this bird is sinking
Across the beaches & cranes, rivers & trains,
all the money I've made â?? bodies I've maimed.
Time was, when I seemed to know, just like any other G.I. Joe
Should I cry like a baby or die like a man
While all the planet's little wars start joining hands,
Oh what a heaven â?? what a hell â??
Y'know there's nothing can be done in the whole wide world
I don't know what's wrong or right.
I'm just a regular guy, with bottled-up insides.
I ain't never been to church, or believed in Jesus Christ â??
But I'm praying that God's with you, when you die.
