by Jim Ross

Created on: December 02, 2008

Underneath The Western Sun

From Way up High

Unannounced We Come

To Death Defy

Like Pool Balls

You Were

Lined Up

Beside Your Pockets

Unannounced

We Dove, We Strafed, We Torpedoed, We Bombed

Sending hundreds into Davy Jones's locker

Here there are no friends

There is only hell

From each side of the fence, no matter the creed

We bleed, we die, we grieve, we yell

This is our times legacy - another evil deed for someone to relate and

Someone to tell

The golden boy of Yokohama

Is first to make a mark

Raising clenched fist, exuding a heavy breath

He shouts ARIZONA

Leaving distant plooms of death

We defied our sacred faith

We did what should not be done

We awakened the sleeping dragon

And soon our day will come

There is no haven from which we can hide

Today we'll hang our heads in shame

There will never be remembered pride

The price is but yours to name

We sailed to Midway

We thought we could hide

Oh how wrong we were this day

When sinking to the bottom

Where thousand's of ours died.

This day shall never come, again

Yes, It tells of evil, it tells of war, it tells of bravery, it tells of men

And to all we share

With blessed peace

Be still the guns

Be still the sirens

Amen.

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