The - Sweet Bird Of Truth lyrics

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Flight leader, this is "Combat" your forward end controller<br />

I have three targets for you<br />

Your first target is a blockhouse, target number 11 at the north-east corner of the combat zone, request: Napalm<br />

Rodger, flight leader, the identity of your request is, eh, batch of Napalm on the blockhouse in the north-east corner of the target area<br />

Flight leader, understand, 30 seconds<br />

White flag, this is "Combat", we have you in sight<br />

Roll on to the west, call to confirm you have target area, a'ight<br />

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Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia<br />

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Six o'clock in the morning and I'm the last person in this plane still awake<br />

Y'know I can almost smell the blood washing against the shores of this land that can't forget it's past<br />

Oh the wind that carries this plane is the wind of change, heaven sent and hell bent<br />

Over the mountain tops we go, just like all the other GI Joe's, adios<br />

This is your captain calling (With an urgent warning), we're above the gulf of Arabia (Our altitude is falling)<br />

And I can't hold her up (There's no time for thinking), all hands on deck (This bird is sinking)<br />

Across the beaches and cranes, rivers and trains, all the money I've made, bodies I've maimed<br />

Time was when I seemed to know, just like any other GI Joe<br />

Should I cry like a baby, or die like a man while all the planets little wars start joining hands?<br />

Oh what a heaven, what a hell, y'know there's nothing could be done in this whole wide world<br />

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Arabia<br />

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I don't know what's wrong or right, I'm just a regular guy with bottled up insides<br />

I ain't ever been to church or believed in Jesus Christ but I'm praying that gods with you when you die<br />

This is your captain calling (With an urgent warning), we're above the gulf of Arabia (Our altitude is falling) <br />

And I can't hold her up (There's no time for thinking), all hands on deck (This bird is sinking) <br />

Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia