Kilo-India-Alpha
Flyin' in, top of the trees looking for ground but hard to see Red smoke driftin' up ahead one more trip into the land of the dead
Hope this bird fly's true and straight don't want to be dealt aces and eight's feet are meant to be on the ground feeling ok longs I hear some sound
Bullets ripping this tin can Gunners making his last stand got a grip on the seat, sweat on my brow smoke comin' in gotta make it somehow
Engine quit, Gunners dead situation bleak blood flowing red Kilo India Alpha, were going down Silence, silence, silence, So Profound...
Boondocker 4/24/01
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