Richard Thompson - Dad’s Gonna Kill Me

Out in the desert theres a soldier lying dead Vultures pecking the eyes out of his head Another day that could have been me there instead Nobody loves me here Nobody loves me here Dads Gonna Kill Me Dads Gonna Kill Me You hit the booby trap and youre in pieces With every bullet your risk increases Old Ali Baba, hes a different species Nobody loves me here Nobody loves me here Im dead meat in my HumV Frankenstein I hit the road block, God knows I never hit the mine The dice rolled and I got lucky this time Ive got a wife, a kid, another on the way I might get home if I can live through today Before I came out here I never used to pray Nobody loves me here Nobody loves me here Dads in a bad mood, Dads got the blues Its someone elses mess that I didnt choose At least were winning on the Fox Evening News Nobody loves me here Dawn Patrol went out and didnt come back Hug the wire and pra