Eagle’s Son

Pochette de l'album Even More Electric Banana.

Pochette de l'album Philippe DeBarge.Paroles

Eagle’s son, eagle’s son, eagle’s son

When you find somebody, they’re [tugging?] at your sleep
Death, he wears a uniform, he’s asking you to leave
Flights of waving symbols crash, you must not be last

Eagle’s son, eagle’s son, eagle’s son

Country smitten with the war, they burn beneath the sky
They don’t want to kill you, they’re just asking you to die

Eagle’s son, eagle’s son, eagle’s son

When you saw the enemy, I heard you turned and run
But now your soul flies high and now they’ve taken away your gun

Eagle’s son, eagle’s son, eagle’s son