Lyrics and Chords

Last night I closed my eyes and watched
The tracers fly through the jungle trees
Like fireflies on a windy night
Pulled upward and onward by the breeze
I could still hear the far off sounds
Machine guns come unwound
I was shakin' like Little Richard
Man, I was sweatin' like ol' James Brown

Take the hits boys take the hits
Don't smoke your bible, don't lose your wits
Because the sky is filled with shrapnel
And your eyes are filled with tears

Over by the window sill the moon was still
On my cigarettes and wine
Sometimes that's wear I pray to Jesus
Sometimes that'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
Man, I was sittin' on the dock of the bay

Take the hits boys, take the hits
Don't smoke your bible, 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
The assholes that took their place