Glory, Glory what a helluva way to die,
With a rifle up your ass, and a bullet in your eye,
Glory, Glory what a helluva way to die,
When your balls hang lower than your paratrooper boots.

The Sergeant was the last to jump, the first to hit the ground,
The Sergeant was the last to jump, the first to hit the ground,
The Sergeant was the last to jump, the first to hit the ground,
And he ain’t gonna jump no more

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And the Lord said,
Glory, Glory what a helluva way to die,
With a rifle up your ass, and a bullet in your eye,
Glory, Glory what a helluva way to die,
When your balls hang lower than your paratrooper boots.

They scraped him off the tarmac with a rusty bayonet,
They scraped him off the tarmac with a rusty bayonet,
They scraped him off the tarmac with a rusty bayonet,
And he ain’t gonna jump no more

{Chorus}
And the Lord said,
Glory, Glory what a helluva way to die,
With a rifle up your ass, and a bullet in your eye,
Glory, Glory what a helluva way to die,
When your balls hang lower than your paratrooper boots.