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"Red leader this is combat. Your forward air controller. I have three targets for you. Your first target is a blockhouse. Target number eleven at the north east corner of the combat zone. Request napalm."
"Roger. White's leader, set up your switches. Set you napalm on the blockhouse -- Northeast corner of the target area."
"White leader understands. Thirty seconds."
"White flag, this is bandit. I have you in sight, rolling to the west. Call to confirm you have target in sight."
Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia (repeating)
Six o'clock in the morning
And I'm the last person in this plane still awake
You know I can almost smell
The blood washing against the shores
Of this land that can't forget its past
Oh, the wind that carries this plane
Is the wind of change
Heaven sent and hell bent
Over the mountain tops we go
Just like all the other GI 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
And I can't hold her up
There's no time for thinking
All hands on deck
This bird is sinking
Across the beaches and cranes
Rivers and trains
All the money I've made
Bodies I've maimed
Time was when I seemed to know
Just like any other GI Joe
Should I cry like a baby
Die like a man
While all the planets little wars
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, Arabia (repeating)