Text: Florian Kusch - Hands Up, Hold Up, Helicopter lyrics

Hands up, Hold up, Helicopter Hands up, Hold up, Helicopter Hands up, Hold up, Helicopter Wait until dimension is free To see the candlelit bungalow street But weapons stop their quite meditations Vietnam is a single burning plain All over helmet heads Formed to a green screaming herd You'd better flee You'd better flee You'd better You'd better Flee Booming machines Coming from the west Like a huge swarm of bees So bombs will find the rest Hello Flying ma** graves Now sorrow's rooted in their brains Flying ma** graves Now sorrow's rooted in their brains Flying ma** graves Now sorrow's rooted in their brains Flying ma** graves Now sorrow's rooted in their brains Out of national creed, such a kind of robbery Hands up, Hold up, Helicopter Hands up, Hold up, Helicopter Flying ma** graves Now sorrow's rooted in their brains Flying ma** graves Now sorrow's rooted in their brains Flying ma** graves Now sorrow's rooted in their brains Flying ma** graves Now sorrow's rooted in their brains Out of national creed, such a kind Out of national creed, such a kind of robbery