Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner

Roland was a warrior from the land of the midnight sun
 With a Thompson gun for hire, 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 66 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
 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 greatest son (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
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 Roland searched the continent for the man who 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
 Roland the headless Thompson gunner (talking about the man)
 Roland the headless Thompson gunner
 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
 
 Roland was a warrior from the land of the midnight sun
 With a Thompson gun for hire, 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 66 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
 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 greatest son (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 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
 Roland the headless Thompson gunner (talking about the man)
 Roland the headless Thompson gunner
 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