Storm the Embassy

[Verse 1]
Fifteen men taken captive in a hostile foreign land
Scorching sun beating 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 Shah that's on the run

[Pre-Chorus]
I think it's funny
Freedom takes money

[Chorus]
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 shooting down you and me

[Verse 2]
Scores of suits in control
Of the diplomatic mess
While the nations of the world
Look on and can't care less
The Soviet Union won't agree
To an economic plan
And then they laugh and march their troops into Afghanistan

[Pre-Chorus]
Orders from Moscow
Invade Tehran now

[Chorus]
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 shooting at you and me

[Verse 3]
A nation worries and reads the papers
Hoping that no one has died
Hearing rumors that the hostages
Will soon be tried as spies
Demonstrations on the street
Saying that the end is near
The man from the New York Times on vacation
Wants to know what's happened here

[Pre-Chorus]
Aggressive acts now
We want the facts now
Fifteen moms crying
Is my son dying?

[Chorus]
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 shooting at you and me