Sweet Bird Of Truth Lyrics - The The

Arabia, Arabia, Arabia 

6 o'clock in the mornin' 

I'm the last person in this plane still awake 

Y'know, I can almost smell the blood washin' against the shores 

Of this lands that can't forget it's past 

Oh, the wind that carries this plane 

Is the wind of change, heavensent an' hellbent 

Over the mountain tops we go 

Just like all the other G.I. Joes, ee-ay-ee-ay-adios 

This is your captain calling, with an urgent warning 

We're above the Gulf of Arabia, our altitude is falling 

An' I can't hold her up, there's no time for thinking 

All hands on deck, this bird is sinking 

Across the beaches an' cranes, rivers an' trains 

All the money I've made, bodies I've maimed 

Time was when I seemed to know 

Just like any other G.I. Joe 

Should I cry like a baby, die like a man? 

While all the planets go to war, start joining hands 

Oh, what a heaven, what a hell 

You know there's nothing can be done in the whole wide world 

Arabia 

I don't know what's wrong or right 

I'm just a regular guy with bottled up insides 

I ain't ever been to church or believed in Jesus Christ 

But I'm praying that God's with you when you die 

This is your captain calling, with an urgent warning 

We're above the Gulf of Arabia, our altitude is falling 

And I can't hold her up, there's no time for thinking 

All hands on deck, this bird is sinking 

Arabia, Arabia, Arabia