Home of the Brave

Oh God of Hell
 I said I love the suit
 That the devil gave me
 To wear to Beirut
 Where the whores are dancing
 On the table tops
 And the juke box plays
 Apocalyptic bebop
 Well I love Paris
 I love the dizzy streets
 Where the flowers of sin
 Bloom in the heat
 If I were a ghost
 I'd be pleased
 Living among these
 French mysteries
 But the place to go's
 Another latitude
 Where Jesus is wearing
 His blue suede shoes
 And the pink neon lights
 Up the thoroughfares
 Between what is
 And what's not there
 You know the place
 It's not too far away
 Let's take a trip
 To the Home of the Brave
 Forget about London
 Forget about Spain
 Get out of New York
 Take the Train to the Plane
 Hong Kong smells like dying fish
 And Berlin still stinks of Auschwitz
 I wanna go where the wild things play
 I wanna go to the Home of the Brave
 Somebody meet me at the airport
 At about half past ten
 Tell Jose, Nikita and all the boys
 Down in the bunker
 Marc Campbell is coming home again
 Oh God of Hell
 I said I love the suit
 That the devil gave me
 To wear to Beirut
 Where the whores are dancing
 On the table tops
 And the juke box plays
 Apocalyptic bebop
 Forget about London
 Forget about Spain
 Get out of New York
 Take the Train to the Plane
 Hong Kong smells like dying fish
 And Berlin still stinks of Auschwitz
 I wanna go where the wild things play
 I wanna go to the Home of the Brave
 Ah take me home man
 Ah hah
 I got to go oh oh oh oh oh yeah
 I got to go oh oh oh oh oh yeah
 I gotta go
 Take a right at 14th Street
 Right into the rice paddies
 Hey man, you got a cigarette
 Got a cigarette
 Lucky Strike
 Must be my lucky night
 They say the neon lights are bright
 On Broadway
 On Broadway
 Having a wonderful time
 With you were here