Lyrics.com »

Search results for 'vietnam by shibboleth'

Yee yee! We've found 342 lyrics, 0 artists, and 29 albums matching vietnam by shibboleth.


of loss

Sometimes someone drifts by
And our nets get entwined in the sea
And in time I might find
They still mean something to me

But Jane that is
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
and heat
The Beatles and the Stones
Sucked the marrow out of bone
Put the V in Vietnam
The Beatles and the Stones
Made it good to be alone
To be alone
here so long. 
The air in here so cold. 
The shallow breath so quiet. 
The Shibboleth of Macguiver laid bare, 
Flat on a table, 
Blackened by
Black panther defy the power
Fight the violence with nonviolence
What good is justice if the scales are bent
By a criminal government?

Think
a radio.
I don't think it would play for free.
Got a radio
I don't think it plays for me

Selling music by the gallon
And the notes don't mean a thing
eyes say more of me than what you dare to say

All I know of you is all the sights of war
A film by Coppola, the helicopter's roar

One day I'll
Who will save the warchild baby
Who controls the key?
The web we weave is thick and sorted
Fine by me
At times of war, we're all losers
There's
And still proud to be a part of Uncle Sam
I wonder if they think I died of hunger
In this rotten prison camp in Vietnam

Not a day goes by that I don't
And still proud to be a part of Uncle Sam
I wonder if they think I died of hunger
In this rotten prison camp in Vietnam

Not a day goes by that I don't
There's nothing really like a French blues
Blown by an unknown soldier in you
To all your regrets and you rouse
I'll meet you down there when I try

And do
Who will save the war child baby? Who controls the 
key?
The web we weave is thick and sordid, fine by me
At times of war, we're all the losers,
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
This town has only had this one old lonely homeless man
For as long as I can think back
He was a Vietnam Vet
He got beaten to death in Memorial
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
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
the fire, boys
Don't stop, don't stop
Put out the fire on us

Put out the fire, boys
Don't stop, don't stop
Put out the fire on us

Bring the buckets by
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)
drunk off your hundred and eighty-proof ninety-percent truth
Ten percent lie you were sent by
Lord of the flies, but angel of light is the alias he went
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)
haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
Of your precious love
Turn to something new
Now it's killing you

First it was the bomb
Vietnam napalm
Disillusioning
You push the needle in

From life you escape
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
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