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6 oclock in the morning & Im the last person in this plane
Still awake
Yknow I can almost smell the blood washing against the shores,
Of this land that cant 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 gi joes

Ee-ay-ee-ay----adios!

Chorus
This is your captain calling--with an urgent warning
Were above the gulf of arabia--our altitude is falling
& I cant hold her up--theres no time for thinking
All hands on deck--this bird is sinking

Across the beaches and cranes, rivers and trains
All the money Ive made--bodies Ive maimed.
Time was when I seemed to know,
Just like any other gi joe
Should I cry like a baby, or die like a man
While all the planets like wars start joining hands,
Oh what a heaven--what a hell!!
Yknow theres nothing can be done in the whole wide world.

I dont know whats wrong or right,
Im just a regular guy, with bottled up insides,
I aint ever been to church or believed in
Jesus christ
But Im praying that gods with you when you die!!!