Mother can you see
I’ve been tryin’ to see you
Cuz the line is free
Now they’re tellin’ me,
Stop shakin’ like a feather
On the count of three
Back in ’69,
We never learned our lesson
Down in Vietnam
I refuse to sign,
It doesn’t really matter
They don’t give a damn
I don’t care what you want
And I roll with the fear
You don’t hear nothin’
A sad waste of life
When we go to war
Won’t you hear somethin’
Father you cry
When we go to war
What is it for?
Brother is that you?
So get a little closer
I can’t feel your breath
We’re the chosen few
Out there in the desert
There’s a smell of death
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