I still can hear it The silence, ever so unreal More terrifying Than thousands of concurrent screams
It's as if God has come and cleaned A space into the world Marked out a box, and then decreed That all inside shall be no more
No more carnage, anything no more In the darkness of this cursed war
Firebase Valley Forge Seven miles to Cambodian border A last resort, a dumping ground
Overrun by NVA And outnumbered eight to one In the wind of being held disposable Sappers in the wire, they screamed Gotta buckle for your dust Even if a firestorm of death was due to come
From our F4's When the weather broke The fast movers settled up the score
A deluge of burning death Made of jellied gasoline Frying everything, friends and foe alike Nothing will be heard again
From that US Marine base Just the hiss of static on the radio
Endless carpet, bodies all around Still they smoulder, covering the ground
At Valley Forge the napalm rained On friends and foe together Eight hundred dead, burnt to the bone In utter devastation
Oh God above, please sort'em out And fill our missing reason At Valley Forge this wretched war Has stained our souls forever
No freedom bird will ever come To fly them back into their world No ice cold beer or pretty girls, no Nothing at allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
