The Fall

I fell from the sky
Twenty nine years ago
And I can still feel it
How did I know I would survive
But I did, it was like a ride.
 
Not good, flyboys on the ground
Three dead, two injured
And me, Mr perfect  
Along for the ride
It's not fun anymore
 
The army is hiring crewchiefs
To keep them choppers flying
Mine took some bullets
To bring it to the ground
Not my fault, it was running fine that morning.
 
They thought they hired a crewchief
But they hired a killer instead
Which is OK with them
They just didn't know
For their secret little war.
 
The guerrillas came a callin
And they didn't know either
That they had set upon a killer
The son of York, son of Crockett and Houston
Poor dirty bastards.
 
Three made it out
A killer and his two brothers
Secret warriors don't get medals
Just a steak dinner
And another chopper to take care of.
 
Momma don't know she raised a killer
Not even now
Lover doesn't know she married one
Daughter doesn't know she adores one
Son needed to know, off to a real war.(really ?)
 
I still feel the fall in May
It's like a carnival ride now
I've learned to like flying again
Do all killers love Irish whiskey?
It helps sometimes.