BLOOD ON THE RISERS
(Sung To The Tune "Glory, Glory, Hallelujah")
He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright as he checked all his equipment and made sure his pack was tight. He has to sit and listen to those awful engines roar, "You ain't gonna jump no more!"
"Is everybody happy?" said the sergeant, looking up. Our hero feebly answered, "Yes" and then they stood him up He leaped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked. And 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 cloud, he felt the awful drop. He jerked his cord, the silk spilled out and wrapped around his legs And he ain't 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 hurled to the ground. And 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 medics and he wandered what they would find. And he ain't gonna jump no more!
The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild. The medics clapped their hands with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled For it had been a week or more since the last chute had failed. And he ain't gonna jump no more!
He hit the ground, the sound was "SPLAT," the blood went spurting high. His buddies all were heard to say "What a helluva way to die!". He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore. And 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. The medics picked him up and poured him gently from his boots. And he ain't gonna jump no more!
Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die; Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die.
Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die; And he ain't gonna jump no more!
