| 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 off for Biafra to join the bloody fray |
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| 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 out the Congolese |
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| Roland the Thompson gunner... |
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| 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 |
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| Roland the headless Thompson gunner | Time, time, time |
| | For another peaceful war |
| Norway's bravest son | But time stands still for Roland |
| | 'Til he evens up the score |
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| They can still see his headless body stalking through the night |
| In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun |
| In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun |
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| 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 |
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| Roland the headless Thompson gunner... |
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| The eternal Thompson gunner, still wandering through the night |
| Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight |
| In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley |
| Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun |
| And bought it |