Fifteen man taken captive in a hostile foreign land Scorchin' sun beaming down onto miles and miles of sand A mideast country being ruled By a man who thinks it's fun To hold our people in return For a sjah that's on the run
I think it's funny Freedom takes money
It's a heartache and it's hard luck Well that's tough shit Man it's no fun Storm the Iranian embassy Before they start shootin' down you and me
Scourge of suits in control Of the diplomaticness While the nations of the world Look on and they care less The Soviet Union won't agree To an economic plan And then they laugh and march their troops into Afghanistan
Orders from Moscow Invade Teheran now
It's a heartache and it's hard luck Well that's tough shit Man it's no fun Storm the Iranian embassy Before they start shootin' at you and me
A nation worries and reads the papers Hoping that no-one has died Hearin' rumours that the hostages Will soon be tried as spies Demonstrations on the street Saying that the end is near The man from New York Times on vacation Wants to know what happened here
Agressive acts now We want the best now Fifteen moms crying Is my son dying ?
It's a heartache and it's hard luck Well that's tough shit Man it's no fun Storm the Iranian embassy Before they start shootin' at you and meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
