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got blown to bits by a bomb.
My minds gone it's just not there.
I was getting paid too much to care.

Well I just got back from Vietnam.
Although I'm
at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites
at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites
touch your soil
One day I'll finally know your soul
One day I'll come to you
To say hello Vietnam

Tell me all about my colour, my hair and my little
It's been years now since that last letter came

Not a day goes by that I don't think of mama
And my nights are filled with thoughts of sweet Marie
It's been years now since that last letter came

Not a day goes by that I don't think of mama
And my nights are filled with thoughts of sweet Marie
Standing by the roadside
Old newspaper in my hand
Reading yesterday's headlines
Nothing new, I said it's all the same
Everywhere
I'm the fool
Maybe they come by land
Maybe they come by sea 
Maybe they've already come 
Maybe they come by me 
Slipping into the twilight 
I ride the broken
A systematic killer
Returning from Madrid
Murdered Mozart in his garden
Mussolini ran and hid
He was chosen by his elders
Sitting on the shelf
remember you (what's that? I don't???)
You probably won't believe this, but, uh
I, at the early age of seventeen
Was adopted by aliens hahahah (hahahaha)
used
To use in Vietnam
And it's accompanied by an apathy
That's deafening to the ears
You know it is complete and perfect
And you wield it without
remember you (what's that? I don't???)
You probably won't believe this, but, uh
I, at the early age of seventeen
Was adopted by aliens hahahah (hahahaha)
Of your precious love

The first time I saw you
Standing in the street
You were so cool
You could have put out Vietnam
My girlfriends ask me, what's
Somewhere in Vietnam a 19-year-old soldier walked out of a barroom
And he said I must be seeing things that bourbon hit me like a baseball bat
In
line
While sipping on
Some homemade wine
That's who he is
And what he does
He's just like us
My Dad's got
A crippled hand
A casualty of Vietnam
shadow of the white right hand
Then that see ghettology as an urban Vietnam
Giving deadly exhibitions of murder by napalm

This is radio clash tearing
(Oh the last foxhole oh the last foxhole) oh Lord let it be the last foxhole
He lived by my side on an Island in the sea a place called Okeinawa
shadow of the white right hand
Then that see ghettology as an urban Vietnam
Giving deadly exhibitions of murder by napalm

This is radio clash tearing
(Oh Lord let it be the last foxhole)
He lived by my side on an Island in the sea
A place called Okeinawa and just like me
He was fighting in the army
to keep Vietnam free
For good old de-em-moc-ra-cy (Diem-ocracy)
That means rule by one family
And 15,000 American troops, give or take a few
Thousand
of the white right hand
Then that see ghettology as an urban Vietnam
Giving deadly exhibitions of murder by napalm

This is radio clash tearing up the seven
I have prayed for America
I was made for America
It's in my blood and in my bones
By the dawn's early light
By all I know is right
We're going
to keep Vietnam free
For good old de-em-moc-ra-cy (Diem-ocracy)
That means rule by one family
And fifteen thousand American troops, give or take a few
place for, maybe add some mace for

The dead beat mom, she's my Vietnam
I got PTSD and an STD
Is everything okay?
No everything is wrong
Last week I
I never been on a railroad, as many times as they pass me by
I never crashed in the desert or seen a rodeo
I don't know much about the world wars