Eric Burdon The Animals We Gotta Get Out Of This Place San Franciscan Nights Francisco animals tabacco road 14 IN 1968. LYRICS- He blesses the boys as they stand in line smell of gun grease and bayonets shine He's there to help them all that he can To make feel wanted he's a good holy man Sky pilot, How high you fly? You'll never, never reach sky. smiles at young soldiers Tells it's right knows their fear forthcoming fight Soon there'll be blood many will die Mothers fathers back home cry mumbles prayer it ends with smile order is given They move down But he'll stay behind meditate won't stop bleeding or ease hate As men out into battle zone feels good, God you're alone tired lays on his bed Hopes find courage words said You're God, must understand fate your country hands May give strength Do job real well If was worth Only time tell In morning return With tears eyes stench death drifts up skies A soldier so ill looks sky pilot Remembers "Thou shalt not kill." 2011 live Good Times kokkos erik kokkosvolvo lanzarotevolvo Red Young Billy Watts Terry Wilson Brannen Temple Blues Rock Ballad Psychedelic Progressive R&B concert Pop 60s UK See rider 1967 Pilot (Long Version)