Luang Prabang

When I came back from Luang Prabang I didn't have a thing where my balls used to hang But I had a wooden medal and a fine harangue Now I'm a fucking hero Mourn your dead land of the free If you wanna be a hero, follow me Mourn your dead land of the free If you wanna be a hero, follow me And now the boys all envy me I fought for Christian democracy With nothing but air where my balls used to be Now I'm a fucking hero Mourn your dead land of the free If you wanna be a hero, follow me Mourn your dead land of the free If you wanna be a hero, follow me One and 20 cannons thunder Into the mighty wild blue yonder For a patriotic ball-less wonder Now I'm a fucking hero Mourn your dead land of the free If you wanna be a hero, follow me Mourn your dead land of the free If you wanna be a hero, follow me In Luang Prabang there is a spot Where the corpses of your brothers rot And every corpse is a patriot Every corpse is a hero Mourn your dead land of the free If you wanna be a hero, follow me Mourn your dead land of the free If you wanna be a hero, follow me