yeah

This is not gonna end well

I hate this state sometimes. C'mon New Mexico! Take some far-right whack jobs off our hands...

Nothing to say, so again more Zevon lyrics

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 out for Biafra to join the bloody fray.

Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war.
Fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore.
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees.
They killed to earn their living and to help the Congolese.

Roland the Thompson gunner...
His comrades fought beside him - Van 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 Van Owen blew off Roland's head.

Roland the headless Thompson gunner
(time time time
For another peaceful war.
Norway's bravest son. But time stands still for Roland.
'Till he evens up the score.)
They can still see his headless body stalking thru the night.
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun.
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun.

Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in.
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin.
Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word.
But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg.

Roland the headless Thompson gunner...

The eternal Thompson gunner, still wandering through the night.
Now it's ten years later and he still keeps up the fight.
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkley.
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun.

And bought it...