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