"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.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
And the the Lord said,
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
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 awful drop;
He jerked his cord, the silk spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
And the the Lord said,
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
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.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
And the the Lord said,
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
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.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
And the the Lord said,
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
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.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
And the the Lord said,
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
He ain't gonna jump no more.
He hit the ground, the sound was splat, his blood went spurting high;
His comrades then were heard to say, "A helluva way to die";
He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
And the the Lord said,
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
He ain't gonna jump no more.
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute;
Intestines were a-dangling from this paratrooper's boots;
They picked him up, still in his chute and poured him from his boots.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
And the the Lord said,
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
Glory, Glory, What a Helluva way to die
He ain't gonna jump no more.
