Dad's Gonna Kill Me Written by Richard Thompson copyright Beeswing/Bug Music Out in the desert there’s a soldier lying dead Vultures pecking the eyes out of his head Another day that could have been me there instead Nobody loves me here Nobody loves me here
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
You hit the booby trap and you’re in pieces With every bullet your risk increases Old Ali Baba, he’s a different species Nobody loves me here Nobody loves me here
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
I’m dead meat in my HumV Frankenstein I hit the road block, God knows I never hit the mine The dice rolled and I got lucky this time
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
I’ve got a wife, a kid, another on the way I might get home if I can live through today Before I came out here I never used to pray Nobody loves me here Nobody loves me here
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
Dad’s in a bad mood, Dad’s got the blues It’s someone else’s mess that I didn’t choose At least we’re winning on the Fox Evening News Nobody loves me here
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
Dawn Patrol went out and didn’t come back Hug the wire and pray like I told you, Mac Or they’ll be shovelling bits of you into a sack
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me.
And who’s that stranger walking in my dreams And whose that stranger cast a shadow ‘cross my heart And who’s that stranger, I dare speak his name Must be old Death a-walking Must be old Death a-walking
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
7 muzzle monkeys standing in a row Standing waiting for The Sandbox to blow Sitting targets in the wild west show
Nobody loves me here
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
Another angel got his wings this week Charbroiled with his own Willie Pete Nobody’s dying if you speak double-speak
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
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