“Stormy Race”

First time I saw a man crawl, it made me want to run.
He was pullin’ himself up from a ditch, and the battle had just begun.
We we’re just outside of Nagasaki, peerin’ up from a rice field.
I was asked to repent by the President, he gave a prayer and a bible shield.

The Winds Blew Hard, and the Nights Were Long.
We Were Hummin’ Only Angels Graced.
We Took the Hill, and Jacked the Last Jill.
It Won’t Be Long Before We’re Replaced.
‘Cuz There's One or Two, More Kids In a Room.
Makin’ Their Last Prayers to Be Saved.
Yes We’re Jocks, Traded Like We’re Stocks,
In a Stormy Race.

Second time I took a look, it made me bat my eyes.
My buddy’s machine-triggered-auto-gun, was poppin’ like the Forth of July.
The hill was a blazin’ and anticipatin’, I lifted up my gun too.
I cocked the lever, started fingerin’ it better, then blew away Japan's mushrooms.

The Winds Blew Hard, and the Nights Were Long.
We Were Hummin’ Only Angels Graced.
We Took the Hill, and Jacked the Last Jill.
It Won’t Be Long Before We’re Replaced.
‘Cuz There’s One or Two, More Kids In a Room.
Makin’ Their Last Prayers to Be Saved.
Yes We’re Jocks, Traded Like We’re Stocks,
In a Stormy Race.

Solo:

Third times I guess is a charm, ‘cuz my body felt secure.
The entire squad stood the top of tanks, the stench air smelt manure.
Now the war was won and we rooted on, the commander over our platoon.
He said, “We did it fast but that’s in the past, so let's go start another real soon!”
Let’s Go Y’all!

The Winds Blew Hard, and the Nights Were Long.
We Were Hummin’ Only Angels Graced.
We Took the Hill, and Jacked the Last Jill.
It Won’t Be Long Before We’re Replaced.
‘Cuz There’s One or Two, More Kids In a Room.
Makin’ Their Last Prayers to Be Saved.
Yes We’re Jocks, Traded Like We’re Stocks,
I Say We’re Jocks, Traded Like We’re Stocks,
Yes We’re Jocks, Traded Like We’re Stocks,
In a Stormy Race.

Music and Lyrics, 2017: Peter J. Beauchemin