6 o'clock in the morning
and I'm the last person in this plane still awake
Y'know I can almost smell the blood washing against the shores
of this land that cant 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, or die like a man
While all the planets little wars start joining hands,
Oh what a heaven--what a hell!
Y'know there's nothing can be done in the whole wide world.

This is your captain calling--with an urgent warning
We're above the gulf of arabia--our altitude is falling
& I can't hold her up--there's no time for thinking
All hands on deck--this bird is sinking

-Sweet Bird of Truth
From The The's "Infected," 1986.