Storm the Embassy Lyrics

50 men taken captive in a hostile foreign land
Scorching sun beating down onto miles and miles of sand
A mid east country being ruled by a man who thinks it's fun
To hold our people in return for a shah that's on the run

I think it's funny
Freedom takes money

It's a heart ache and it's hard luck
Well that's tough shit, man, it's no fun
Storm in an iranian embassy
Before he starts shooting down you and me (Hey!)

Scores of suits take control of the diplomatic mess
While the nations of the world look on and can't care less
The Soviet Union won't agree to an economic ban
And then they laugh and march their troops into Afganistan

On earth from Moscow
Invade Teheran now

It's a heart ache and it's hard luck
Well that's tough shit, man, it's no fun
Storm in an iranian embassy
Before he starts shooting down you and me (Hey!)

A nation worries and reads the papers hoping that no one has died
Hearing rumors that the hostages will soon be tried to spy
Demonstrations on the street saying that the end is near
The man from The New York Times on vacation wants to know what's happend here

Address their bags now
We want them back now
50 moms crying
"Is my son Dying?"

It's a heart ache and it's hard luck
Well that's tough shit, man, it's no fun
Storm in an iranian embassy
Before he starts shooting down you and me (Hey!)