Roland The Headless Thompson Gunner Lyrics

Roland The Headless Thompson Gunner lyrics

Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun

 With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done

 The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day

 So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray

 

 Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war

 Fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore

 For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees

 They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese

 

 Roland the Thompson gunner...

 

 His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the rest

 But of all the Thompson gunners Roland was the best

 So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead

 That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head

 

 Roland the headless Thompson gunner         (Time, time, time

                                              For another peaceful war

 Norway's bravest son                         But time stands still for
Roland

                                              'Til he evens up the score)

 They can still see his headless body stalking through the night

 In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun

 In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun

 

 Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in

 He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin

 Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word

 But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg

 

 Roland the headless Thompson gunner...

 

 The eternal Thompson gunner, still wandering through the night

 Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight

 In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley

 Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun

 And bought it