Marching in the jungle, Charlie's all around Sarge barks the orders, we'll never back down Kill those Commie bastards, paint their huts blood red Kongs are worthless scum, cut the heads off their dead Drafted into combat, do exactly as you're told You got your first kill at barely 18 years old Suicide bombers, it's every single day You're just a baby killer back in the US of A
A war you can't win, you know it was over before it could begin Politicians spew lies, they know the reason why the youth dies Prepare for attack, you'll die for a country that turned its back No salute from your town, you wont be remembered when you're Gunned down
Another day in hell with your M-16 Living in the guts is becoming routine Out on patrol another friend falls day You have no soul left, no tears left to shed Sleeping in the mud, walking knee deep in remains You're just an empty shell with hatred coursing in your veins You wont be going home, the end of your young life When you use all your rounds, you'll still have your knife
Shot in the leg and you lost your right eye Sent to the funny farm to grow old and die Spit on and cursed for what you had to do The conflict made a basket case and cripple out of you You're barely a man and your life's completely gone Human lobotomy, you're trapped back at Saigon Where is your hand out and where is your bread Your sad forgotten story is already deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
