The PADS II
Words and Music Copyright 1983 Robert Edgar
As I sat in my motel room
Tom drew me a picture of the new battlefield.
Batteries without a center,
Scattered, firing in randomized rounds,
Some guns firing and immediately moving
Some silent, for a couple of rounds,
And then firing
Some firing then silent for a couple of rounds
Then firing again
Mobile PADS units would crisscross the battlefield
Constantly repositioning
The artillery.