Warren Zevon - Band Intro/Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner (NIC) lyrics
[Warren Zevon - Band Intro/Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner NIC lyrics]
I'd like to thank Vanessa for those
Kind words only a joke, folks, excuse
Me, leading the rich, I know you
Wanna my favorite bass player
Stanley Sheldon
Please the wonderful Stanley Sheldon thank
You i want you to
Meet, possibly the greatest drummer in
The world: here he is
Rick Marotta rick Marotta and the man
Who needs no introduction, he
Was great in Carey
You doggin' in three women
My main man, co-producer with Jackson, Waddy
Wachtel he's not gay girls, but he's
Spoken for over and over alright i'd like
To thank the peoplе we wrote
The nеw album with, Waddy and Jackson
David Lindell, and also the inevitable
Jorgé Calderon
Roland was a warrior
From the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire
And fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark
On a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra
To join the bloody fray
Through sixty-six and seven
They fought the Congo war
With their fingers on their triggers
Knee deep in gore
For days and nights they battled
The Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living
And to help out the Congolese
Roland the Thompson gunner
Roland the Thompson gunner
His comrades fought beside him
Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners
Roland was the best so the CIA decided
They wanted Roland dead
And that son-of-a-bitch Van Owen
Blew off Roland's head
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
(Time, time, time for another peaceful war)
Norway's bravest son
(But time stands still for Roland 'til
He evens up the score)
They can still see his headless body
Stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
Roland searched the continent
For the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombasa
In a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun
He didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body
From there to Johannesburg
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
And Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Talkin' about the man
Roland the headless Thompson gunner, hey
The eternal Thompson gunner
Still wandering through the night
Now it's ten years later
But he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon
In Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst
Of Roland's Thompson gun and bought it
Thank you
Kind words only a joke, folks, excuse
Me, leading the rich, I know you
Wanna my favorite bass player
Stanley Sheldon
Please the wonderful Stanley Sheldon thank
You i want you to
Meet, possibly the greatest drummer in
The world: here he is
Rick Marotta rick Marotta and the man
Who needs no introduction, he
Was great in Carey
You doggin' in three women
My main man, co-producer with Jackson, Waddy
Wachtel he's not gay girls, but he's
Spoken for over and over alright i'd like
To thank the peoplе we wrote
The nеw album with, Waddy and Jackson
David Lindell, and also the inevitable
Jorgé Calderon
Roland was a warrior
From the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire
And fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark
On a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra
To join the bloody fray
Through sixty-six and seven
They fought the Congo war
With their fingers on their triggers
Knee deep in gore
For days and nights they battled
The Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living
And to help out the Congolese
Roland the Thompson gunner
Roland the Thompson gunner
His comrades fought beside him
Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners
Roland was the best so the CIA decided
They wanted Roland dead
And that son-of-a-bitch Van Owen
Blew off Roland's head
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
(Time, time, time for another peaceful war)
Norway's bravest son
(But time stands still for Roland 'til
He evens up the score)
They can still see his headless body
Stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
Roland searched the continent
For the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombasa
In a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun
He didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body
From there to Johannesburg
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
And Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Talkin' about the man
Roland the headless Thompson gunner, hey
The eternal Thompson gunner
Still wandering through the night
Now it's ten years later
But he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon
In Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst
Of Roland's Thompson gun and bought it
Thank you