Fifteen men taken captive in a hostile, foreign land Scorchin' sun beaming down onto miles and miles of sand A Mideast country being ruled by a man who thinks it's fun To hold our people in return for a Shah that's on the run I think it's funny Freedom takes money It's a heartache and it's hard luck Well, that's tough shit, man, it's no fun Storm the Iranian embassy Before they start shooting down you and me Scores of suits in control of the diplomatic-ness While the nations of the world look on and can't care less The Soviet Union won't agree to an economic plan And then they laugh and march their troops into Afghanistan Orders from Moscow Invade Tehran now It's a heartache and it's hard luck Well, that's tough shit, man, it's no fun Storm the Iranian embassy Before they start shooting at you and me, hey A nation worries and reads the papers Hoping that no one has died Hearing rumors that the hostages Will soon be tried as spies Demonstrations on the street Saying that the end is near The man from the New York Times on vacation Wants to know what's happened here Aggressive acts now We want the best now Fifteen moms crying Is my son dying? It's a heartache and it's hard luck Well, that's tough shit, man, it's no fun Storm the Iranian embassy Before they start shooting at you and me © SONGS OF WINDSWEPT PACIFIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com