Just yesterady morning, they let me wear my Purple Heart
Symington, but in Laos the villages burn
I woke up a Winter Soldier in a free fire zone
I just can’t blame the Havoc on the Viet Cong
I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain. I’ve tripped on the tarmac at Danang.
I’ve lied at the hearings about war crimes my friend, but I always thought that I’d see you again.
Won’t you look down upon me, Aiken, I’m in front of the microphone stand
You’ve got to coach me through another day.
Asking for reparations to Indochina is there any other way
I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain. I’ve tripped on the tarmac at Danang.
I’ve lied at the hearings about war crimes my friend, but I always thought that I’d see you again.
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Vile!
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