Fifteen men 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 shah 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 diplomatic-ness   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 Tehran 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