Roland was a warrior
From the land of the midnight sun
With a Thompson Gun for hire
Fighting to be done.
The deal was made in Denmark
On a dark and stormy day
So he set of for Biafra
(?)
To join the bloody fray.
From 66 and 7
They fought the Congo War
With their fingers on their triggers
Bleeding gore.
Days and nights they battled
The band to their knees
They killed to earn their living
And to help out the Congolese.
Roland the Thompson Gunner
(2x)
His comrades fought beside him
Ben Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson Gunners
Roland was the best.
So the CIA decided
They wanted Roland dead
That son of a bitch Ben Owen
Blew of Roland's head.
Roland the headless Thompson Gunner
Norway's bravest son
You can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
(2x)
Roland searched the continent
For the man who done him in
He found him in Mombassa
In a bar room drinking gin.
Roland aimed his Thompson Gun
He didn't say a word
But he blew out Owen's body
From there to Johannesburg.
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Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner
(3x)
Talking about the man
Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner
The eternal Thompson Gunner
Still walking through the night
Now it's ten years later
But he still keeps up the fight.
In Ireland, in Lebanon,
In Palestine, in Berkeley...
Eddy Hearst
Heard the worst
Of Roland's Thompson Gun and body...
Writer(s): Warren Zevon, David Eric Lindell
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