Richard Thompson - Dads Gonna Kill Me

dad’s gonna kill me

B
out in the desert theres a soldier lying dead
vultures pecking the eyes out of his head
another day that could have been me there instead
nobody loves me here , nobody loves me here
G Bm G Bm
dads gonna kill me , dads gonna kill me

you hit the booby trap and youre in pieces
with every bullet your risk increases
old ali baba , hes a different species
nobody loves me here , nobody loves me here
dads gonna kill me , dads gonna kill me

D
im dead meat in my humevee frankenstein
i hit the road block , god knows i never hit the mine
E
the dice rolled and i got lucky this time
G F#m Bm G F#m Bm
dads gonna kill me , dads gonna kill me

ive got a wife , a kid , another on the way
i might get home if i can live through today
before i came out here i never used to pray
nobody loves me here , nobody loves me here
dads gonna kill me

dads in a bad mood , dads got the blues
its someone elses mess that i didnt choose
at least were winning on the fox evening news
nobody loves me here
dads gonna kill me , dads gonna kill me

dawn patrol went out and didnt come back
hug the wire and pray like i told you , mac
or theyll be shovelling bits of you into a sack
dads gonna kill me .

and whos that stranger walking in my dreams
and whose that stranger cast a shadow cross my heart
and whos that stranger , i dare speak his name
must be old death A – walking , must be old death A – walking
dads gonna kill me

7 muzzle monkeys standing in a row
standing waiting for the sandbox to blow
sitting targets in the wild west show
nobody loves me here
dads gonna kill me

another angel got his wings this week
charbroiled with his own willie pete
nobodys dying if you speak double – speak
dads gonna kill me

by : jose duarte
jtduarte1@gmail . com