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a friend who lives down the road,
And every day he goes to war.
His thoughts return to a distant land, 
When he was a young, and strong, in Vietnam.

By

turned around

Body count...feeling hot
Body count...Vietnam

It's not the game..well, it's a scar
And they won't let you wear your khakis
And your Izods

Well come on all of you big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again,
He got himself in a terrible jam,
Way down yonder in Vietnam,
Put down your

Kill the Messenger

Shawn Colvin

Fat City

1992

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

hit Vietnam
Spent Xmas in ami, getting all that travel ting done
I'm in Ibiza smoking that reefa time to have fun
Boat to Mallorca surrounded by water

kill i would commit a crime
30 clips i ain't talkin bout vine
Wave them sticks like Vietnam (Vietnam)
Know my clique on demon time
By myself no need

Walking by the Saigon River, taking in the city lights
Feeling the energy, it's a vibrant sight (ooh-yeah)
From Hue to Ha Noi, the history is so

walls

Life's slow in Hoi An
Life's old in Vietnam
Peaceful life in Hoi An
Yes this is Vietnam

Ummm nana ummm nana
Ummm nana
Ummm nana ummm nana
Ummm

Behold a cold bold flow
Rock solid close by a stones throw
Stuck veggie like his home grown
Pluck Reggie like it's bromes zone

Hooked up the IV four

Burn eyes become embers of demonic light
Power unleashed symbiote might
Torn from the spectre of death
By vengeance
The morals of men a cold

turned around

(chorus)
Body count, feeling hot
Body count, vietnam

Its not the game, its a scar
And they wont let you wear your khakis
And your izods

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

of my death)
I'm hanging on by your thread
Your name is my shibboleth
Ooh, oh, oh
Damn, baby! Whatcha doin'?
Got my heart tied in knots
There's no movin'

caliber made the FGC say "Yo, clip that"
No click clack with gats, but twitch chat
Mention Fortnite and get pimp slapped by Slickback
But say the whole

goal 
Speaks to herself 
By the dreaming of a life she never owned 
I can´t let go 
Of a feeling i barely knew
An ugly urge, that i immurge

You so fake I can't even take this shit
Shit cliché, shibboleth, gibberish
Dynamite, dynamic, smack down
Critical taking hit's
History left in past,

decade
You left me roses by the bed
I tried to answer with our love's shibboleth
You pulled you in and then you let me give you head
And then you asked me

lighted a path
A means to a dream that somewhere in a future time 
There'd be an awakening of stronger minds and hearts won by truth 
Not by snake oil

Truth Decay

Lojique

Language Arts

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

MacGyver

Million Dead

Song to Ruin

2003

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

c'mon on all you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again
he's got himself in a terrible jam
way down yonder in Vietnam
so put down your books

Well I just got back from Vietnam,
Where I saw a baby in a pram.
The next minute it wasn't there,
I was getting paid too much to care.

Now I fought

You say we gota put our mask on
But what the fuck you know
without Knowing the outcome

Stay home or you can kill the old and young
while I stand by

Time after time I've been deceived by you,
You don't want me to stay,
But you say, Stick around!,
Then you call the cops.

I can make it better now,