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 '66 and 7 they fought the Congo war

With their fingers on their triggers knee deep in gore
They killed to earn their living, and to help out the Congolese
For days and nights they battled, the Bantu to their knees
Roland the thompson gunner (2x)


But of all the thompson gunners, Roland was the best
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead
His comrades fought beside him, Van Owen and the rest
That son of a bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head

Roland the headless thompson gunner
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
Norway's son won't stop till he sums up the score
Roland searched the continent for the man who done him in
In the muzzle flash of Roland's thompson gun (2x)

Roland aimed his thompson gun, he didn't say a word
He found him in Mombasa in a barroom drinking gin
But he blew Van Owen's body, from there to Johannesburg
Roland the headless thompson gunner (4x)


Now it's ten years later, but he still keeps up the fight
The eternal thompson gunner, still wandering through the night
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's thompson gun and bought itIn Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley