User blog:Ahalosniper/Blood Upon the Risers


 * These particular lyrics are taken from the Wikipedia article, and there are other sources out there with varying information.


 * 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!"
 * (CHORUS)
 * Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die,
 * Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die,
 * Glory, glory, 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 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.
 * (CHORUS)
 * 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.
 * (CHORUS)
 * 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.
 * (CHORUS)
 * The days he'd 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 medic corps and wondered what they'd find,
 * And he ain't gonna jump no more.
 * (CHORUS)
 * 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.
 * (CHORUS)
 * He hit the ground, the sound was "Splat," his blood went spurting high,
 * His comrades they were heard to say: "A hell of a way to die!"
 * He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore,
 * And he ain't gonna jump no more.
 * (CHORUS)
 * (slowly, solemnly)
 * 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
 * Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die,
 * Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die,
 * Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die,
 * He ain't gonna jump no more!