Face down in a patty, playing dead for two days
Good old boys found me, from the dead I raise
Get the fuck up, we headin' to the hill
You've got some more god damned commies to kill
NVA forces are bunkered underground
A fitting place for Charlie's gravemound
Strap on a flack vest, there's no time to rest
These Red rice farmers are fucking with the best

All my buddies gettin' thrown to the grinder like a calf
Seen a type 92 cut a man in half
Top brass send in orders with no qualm:
Take down their cover with a wave of napalm
Inching and crawling our way up the grade
One hole at a time, with flames and grenades
Bodies strewn, blown apart, never going home
A hole in a face: another mind blown

The bastard's numbers weren't anticipated
I trip on a kid, limbs gone and decapitated
Pickin' up his mags, I wipe my face of the grime
Its about time for some more war crimes
None of us could know if they were good men or bad
When you kill a man you take away any chance he ever had
If I live, if I die, with my friends its just as well
I 'll carry on the fight, and see you commies in hell

VIET FUCKIN' NAM

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