Sweet Bird Of Truth

Six o'clock in the morning and I'm the last person in this plane still awake
 Y'know I can almost smell the blood washing against the shores of this land that can't forget its past
 Oh the wind that carries this plane is the wind of change
 Heaven-sent and hell-bent!
 Over the mountaintops we go, just like all the other GI Joes
 Ee-ay-ee-ay– adios!
 This is your captain calling (with an urgent warning)
 We're above the Gulf of Arabia (our altitude is falling)
 And I can't hold her up (there's no time for thinking)
 All hands on deck; this bird is sinking!
 Across the beaches and cranes, rivers and trains
 All the money I've made, bodies I've 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!
 Y'know there's nothing can be done in the whole wide world!
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 I don't know what's wrong or right; I'm just a regular guy with bottled-up insides
 I ain't ever been to church or believed in Jesus Christ
 But I'm praying that God's with you when you die!
 This is your captain calling (with an urgent warning)
 We're above the Gulf of Arabia (our altitude is falling)
 And I can't hold her up (there's no time for thinking)
 All hands on deck; this bird is sinking!