Daddy was a soldier he taught me about freedom Peace and all the great things that we take advantage of Once I fed the homeless
I ll never forget I look upon thier faces as I treated them with respect And This is my Vietnam I m at war Life keeps on dropping bombs And I keep score Momma was a lunitic
she liked to push my buttons She said I wasn t good enough
but I guess I wasn t trying Never like school that much
they tried to teach me better But I just wasn t hearing it because I thought I was already pretty clever And This is my Vietnam I m at war They keeps on dropping bombs And I keep score This is my Vietnam I m at war They keep on dropping bombs And I keep score What do you expect from me? What am I not giving you? What could I do for you to make me OK in your eyes? This is my Vietnam I m at war They keep on dropping bombs And I keep score This is my Vietnam I m at war Life keeps on dropping bombs And I keep score This is my Vietnam This is my Vietnam |
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