Warren Zevon - Roland The Headless Thompson Gunner Lyrics
Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight SunWith a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be doneThe deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy daySo he set out for Biafra to join the bloody frayThrough sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo warWith their fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in goreFor days and nights they battled the Bantu to their kneesThey killed to earn their living and to help out the CongoleseRoland the Thompson gunner...His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the restBut of all the Thompson gunners, Roland was the bestSo the CIA decided they wanted Roland deadThat son-of-a-***** Van Owen blew off Roland's headRoland the headless Thompson gunnerNorway's bravest sonTime, time, timeFor another peaceful warBut time stands still for Roland'Til he evens up the scoreThey can still see his headless body stalking through the nightIn the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gunIn the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gunRoland searched the continent for the man who'd done him inHe found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking ginRoland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a wordBut he blew Van Owen's body from there to JohannesburgRoland the headless Thompson gunner...The eternal Thompson gunnerstill wandering through the nightNow it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fightIn Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and BerkeleyPatty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun and bought it
