The days he'd lived under freedom kept running through his mind He thought about his wife back home, the one he'd left behind He thought about his fellow men and wondered what they'd find And he ain't gonna vote no more Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die He ain't gonna dive no more The diver touched down lopsided, his hellpod failed to land His femurs where were his heart was once he had hit the sand The hellpod became his tomb, he was buried in the ground And he ain't gonna dive no more Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die He ain't gonna dive no more He hit the ground, the sound was "splat," his blood went spurting high His comrades, they were heard to say, "A hell of a way to die" He lay there, rolling 'round in the crater of his gore And he ain't gonna dive no more Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die He ain't gonna dive no more There was blood upon the hellpod, there were brains upon his suit intestines were a piled in his shiny brand new boots He was a mess, they called in another brand new recruit! And he ain't gonna dive no more Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die He ain't gonna dive no more