Trollin', Trollin', Trollin', Trollin', Trollin', Trollin'
Trollin', Trollin', Trollin' , Trollin', Trollin', Trollin'
Slashdaaahhht!
Trollin', Trollin', Trollin', Though the Karmas swollen
Keep them Post's a Trollin'
Slashdaaahhht
Firsts and grits and daily, Hellbent for Natalie, Wishin' my gal was by my side
All the things I'm missin', flames, naked and petrified'
Are waiting at the end of my ride
CHORUS
Post 'em on, Mod 'em up, Mod 'em up, move 'em on
Move 'em on, Mod 'em up, Slashdaaahhht
Karma out, Trollin' in, First postins'in , Signal 11's out
Mod 'em up, trollin's in , Slashdaaahhht
Keep trollin', trollin', trollin', Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them doggies trollin', Slashdaaahhht
Don't try to understand 'em, Just cheer 'em, post and feed 'em
Soon we'll be postin' high and wide
My hearts calculatin', My first post will be waitin',
Be waitin' at the end of my rant
Hyaa!
CHORUS
Trollin', Trollin', Trollin', Trollin', Trollin', Trollin'
Hyaa!
Trollin', Trollin', Trollin', Trollin', Trollin', Trollin'
Hyaa!
Slashdaaahhht!
Slashdaaahhht!
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This is Africa, 1943. War spits out its violence overhead and the sandy graveyard swallows it up. Her name is King Nine, B-25, medium bomber, Twelfth Air Force. On a hot, still morning she took off from Tunisia to bomb the southern tip of Italy. An errant piece of flak tore a hole in a wing tank and, like a wounded bird, this is where she landed, not to return on this day, or any other day.