Lyrics

I know a place where you're all gonna go They'll pay you to kill if you're 18 years old First you'll need a haircut and then some new clothes They'll stick you in a jungle to play GI Joe You fight for democracy and the "American Way" But you're not in your country "What am I doing here?", you say But now it's too late, you're entering Managua If you had brought your surfboard You could surf Nicaragua What is this we're fighting for? What's our ultimate goal? To force our ideas right down their throats American intervention grows deeper everyday The situation worsens, more soldiers on the way You fight for democracy and the "American Way" But you're not in your country, "What am I doing here?", you say Now it's too late, you're entering Managua If you had brought your surfboard, you could surf Nicaragua Lessons we have learned are so easy to forget Hints of Vietnam, how soon we all forget First we send advisors and then go the troops Another worthless conflict, another chance to lose You fight for democracy and the "American Way" Not in your country, "What am I doing here?", you say Now it's too late, you're entering Managua If you had brought your surfboard, you could surf Nicaragua
Writer(s): Phil Rind Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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