Titel: Blood upon the risers
Melodie: Glory, glory, hallelujah
Auteur: ?
Songtext:

"Is everybody happy" cried the sergeant, looking up.
Our hero feebly answered "yes" and then they stood him up.
He leaped right out into the blast, his static line unhooked.
He ain't gonna jump no more.

Refrein:
Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die.
Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die.
Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die,
and he ain't gonna jump no more.

He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock.
He felt the wind, he felt the clouds, he felt the awfull drop.
He jerked his cord, the silk spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
He ain't gonna jump no more.

The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome.
The lines were snarled and tied in knots, around his skinny bones.
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
He ain't gonna jump no more.

The days he'd lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind.
He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind.
He thought about the medics and he wondered what they'd find.
He ain't gonna jump no more.

The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild.
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, they rolled their sleeves and smiled,
for it had been a week or more since last a chute had failed.
He ain't gonna jump no more.

There-was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute.
Intestines were a-dangling from his paratroopersboots.
They picked him up, still on his chute, and poured him from his boots.
He ain't gonna jump no more.