Storm The Embassy

Fifteen man taken captive in a hostile foreign land

Scorchin' sun beaming down onto miles and miles of sand

A mideast country being ruled

By a man who thinks it's fun

To hold our people in return

For a sjah that's on the run

I think it's funny

Freedom takes money

It's a heartache and it's hard luck

Well that's tough shit

Man it's no fun

Storm the Iranian embassy

Before they start shootin' down you and me

Scourge of suits in control

Of the diplomaticness

While the nations of the world

Look on and they care less

The Soviet Union won't agree

To an economic plan

And then they laugh and march their troops into Afghanistan

Orders from Moscow

Invade Teheran now

It's a heartache and it's hard luck

Well that's tough shit

Man it's no fun

Storm the Iranian embassy

Before they start shootin' at you and me

A nation worries and reads the papers

Hoping that no-one has died

Hearin' rumours that the hostages

Will soon be tried as spies

Demonstrations on the street

Saying that the end is near

The man from New York Times on vacation

Wants to know what happened here

Agressive acts now

We want the best now

Fifteen moms crying

Is my son dying ?

It's a heartache and it's hard luck

Well that's tough shit

Man it's no fun

Storm the Iranian embassy

Before they start shootin' at you and me