His monument
A pile of clothes left on the beach
Another sermon never preached
To be washed out by the tide
With the goals he'd never reach
Another trophy gathers dust
A hushed crowd who mourn the loss
Of a soul lost to success
At all cost
Oh, did he do it for the show?
'Cause he missed the highs and lows
Did he chance it for the buzz?
His wife will never know
He was so Gung Ho
Oh, so Gung Ho
He lived his life like the poets were in awe
Like the films he never saw
Like he owed it to the world to explore
He met his end
A blaze of glory from the start
A lust for life his work of art
How we burst upon the scene and then depart
Oh, did he do it for the show?
'Cause he'd miss the highs and lows
Did he chance it for the buzz?
His kids will never know
He was so Gung Ho
Was so Gung Ho
Oh, so Gung Ho
Oh, oh
Oh, did he do it for the thrill?
Another dream a bitter pill
It's not a choice to run away
When you're afraid of standing still
Oh, he was so Gung Ho
Oh, so Gung Ho
He was so Gung Ho
He was so Gung Ho
Oh, so Gung Ho
