Blood Upon the Risers

from Shaka - Wednesday, February 28, 2007
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This is for everyone who ever served as a paratrooper. I'm sure most of you know this already. For those of you who don't it's been the US paras song since WWII. We find it hillarious to sing about our chutes not opening. Sung to the tune of Glory, Glory, Hallelujah.

BLOOD UPON THE RISERS

He was just a cherry trooper and he surely shook with fright
as he checked all his equipment and made sure his pack was tight
He had to sit and listen to the awful engines roar,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

GORY GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GORY GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GORY GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

"Is everybody happy!" cried the sergeant looking up, Our HERO meekly answered, "Yes" and then they stood him up. He leaped right out into the blast, his static line unhooked,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

GORY GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GORY GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GORY GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

He counted loud he counted long he waited for the shock. He felt the wind he felt the cold, he felt that awful drop. The silk from his reserve fell out and wrapped about his legs,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome, suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones. His canopy became a shroud as he hurtled to the ground,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

GORY GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GORY GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GORY GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

The days he 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,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

The ambulance was on the spot and jeeps were running wild, The Medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled. For it had been a week or so since last a chute had failed,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

He hit the ground the sound of "SPLAT!" The blood went spurting high, His comrades were heard to say: "What a helluva way to die!" He lay there rolling around in all the welter of his gore,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

GORY GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GORY GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GORY GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

There was blood upon the risers, there was brains upon his chute, Intestines were a-danglin' from his Paratrooper's suite. They poured him from his helmet and poured him from his boots,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!!!

Beautiful streamer please open for me, blue skies above me and no canopy.
I counted 10 thousand, waited too long, reached for my ripcord the handle was gone.

GORY GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GORY GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GORY GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!