Chords for Blood on the Risers (Gory Gory What a Helluva Way to Die)

Zom, zom, zom, zom, zom, zom, zom.
He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with pride.
[G] He checked all his equipment and [Eb] made sure his pack was tight.
He had to sit and listen [Db] to those awful engines roar.
You ain't [Ab] gonna jump no _ more.
_ _ Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die.
[Eb] Gory, gory, what [N] a hell. _
He ain't gonna [D] jump no _ more.
Zom, zom, zom, _ _ _ zom, zom, zom.
Is everybody happy?
Why [N] the sergeant looking up?
What a hell of a way to die.
He ain't [Gm] gonna jump no more.
_ Zom, zom, zom, zom, _ _ zom.
He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock.
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop.
The silk from his [D] reserves spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
And he ain't gonna jump no [A] more.
_ _ _ Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die.
Gory, gory, [G] what a hell.
_ _ _ Gory, [E] gory, what a hell.
_ _ He ain't gonna jump no [Gm] more.
_ Zom, zom, zom, zom, _ _ zom.
The risers swung around his neck, the nectars [G] cracked his dome.
Suspension lines were tied and knots [D] around his skinny bones.
The canopy [N] became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain't gonna jump no [Ab] more.
_ _ Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die.
_ Gory, gory, what a hell of a _ _ [F] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [N] way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no _ [G] more.
Zom, zom, zom, zom, zom.
_ _ The days [Gm] he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his [Eb] mind.
He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind.
He thought about the medicals and [Db] wondered what they'd find.
And he ain't gonna jump no _ more.
_ Gory, gory, what a hell of [G] a way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of _ _ a way to die.
Gory, gory, what [Db] a hell.
_ He ain't gonna [D] jump no more.
_ _ Zom, zom, zom, _ _ _ zom, zom.
The ambulance was on, the jeeps were running.
[C] The medics jumped and sweetly rolled [Gm] up their sleeves and smiled.
For it had been a week or more since last a shoot had [F] failed.
And he ain't gonna jump [G] no _ more.
_ Gory, gory, what _
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_ [F] a hell of a way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no [Gm]
more. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] He hit the ground, the sound was flat, his blood was burning [Gm] high.
His comrades, they were hurt to [G] say, a hell of a way to die.
He laid a rolling frown in the welter of his [N] door.
And he ain't gonna jump [G] no more.
_ _ Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to [C] die.
_ Gory, gory, [G] what a _ _ _ hell of a way to die. _ _
_ [D] He ain't gonna jump no _ more.
[N] There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the shoes. _ _ _
Intestines were a dangling from his _ paratrooper suit.
_ He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots.
And he ain't gonna jump [Eb] no _ _ _ [G] more. _
_ _ Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die.
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_ Gory, gory, _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] he ain't [G] gonna jump [Gm] no more.
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