My Vietnam

A war of attrition And the simple definition Of purpose in your early life To wear out your volition The coat of arms you brought to harm will beat you right back down And if you come back home to live your live, you might not be allowed Give me my Vietnam Give me my Atom Bomb Televise the lord of flies Burning bodies in reprise Give me my Vietnam Camouflage in a heat mirage when you can't tell the difference Between scorching Earth and giving birth to someone who doesn't listen I can't sleep and I can't breathe Guzzling cans of kerosene Dying further, flying low In a world of always "they don't know" Give me my Vietnam Give me my Atom Bomb Televise the lord of flies Burning bodies in reprise Give me my Vietnam Give me my Vietnam Give me my Atom Bomb Televise the lord of flies Burning bodies in reprise Give me my Vietnam Give me my Vietnam Give me my Atom Bomb Televise the end of time Towers falling from the sky Give me my Vietnam