Round Eye Blues

Last night I closed my eyes

And watched the tracers fly

Through the jungle trees

Like fireflies on a windy night

Pulled up and onward by the breeze

I can still hear the far off tin-canny sounds

Of their machine guns come unwound

And I was shakin' like Little Richard

And I was sweatin' like ol' James Brown

Over by my window sill

The moon was still

On my cigarettes and wine

Sometimes there's wear I pray to Jesus

Sometimes there's where I pray to die

But I could still sense the circling danger

Of those invisible bastards of a piss-hot day

I was shakin' with ol' Proud Mary

I was sittin' on the dock of the bay

Take the hits boys take the hits

Don't smoke your bible and don't lose your wits

Because the sky is filled with shrapnel

And your eyes are filled with tears

Hold your breath boys hold your breath

Finger your trigger and welcome death

Because the chopper's filled with your gut-shot friends

Your hearts are filled with fear

Fables tell of men who fell

With swords dangling from their chest

The old guys down at the taproom swear

The Japs could kill you best

But late at night I could still hear the cries

Of three black guys I seen take it in the face

I think about them sweet Motown girls they left behind

And the assholes that took their place

Take the hits boys take the hits

Don't smoke your bottle and don't lose your wits

Because the sky is filled with shrapnel

And your eyes are filled with tears

Hold your breath boys hold your breath

Finger your trigger and welcome death

Because the chopper's filled with your gut-shot friends

Your hearts are filled with fear