Vietman
I was too young to understand ...I was too young to know I was just a little boy and they wouldn't let me go I had plastic rifles, helmets and battleships I wanted to be a Viet Man and go to Vietnam
I played soldier with my friends pulled the trigger Bang Bang you're dead It was a friendly little game and no blood was ever shed I watched John Wayne movies, Hogan's Heroes and the Rat Patrol I wanted to be a Viet Man...but they wouldn't let me go
Now there are other little boys who want to fight in a war They want to go to Ireland and El Salvador They have plastic rifles, helmets and battleships They watch John Wayne movies, Hogan's Heroes and the Rat Patrol They want to grow up to be Viet Man...but we won't let them go
They watched all the newsreels and they wish that they could be there They want to grow up and be Viet Man
Viet Man Viet Man I don't wanna be no Viet Man Viet Man Viet Man I don't wanna be no Viet Man Viet Man Viet Man I don't wanna be no Viet Man Viet Man Viet Man I don't wanna be no Viet Man
Fresh Air They seem to like the green ' round here They pass a lot of it around The color of the battlefields I can see it all around Ooh they call it fresh air
They don't like the red 'round here
They spill it all into the ground
It cries out from the battlefields
I can hear it all around Ooh they call it fresh air
Football
Mister! What are those men doing out there dressed in green?
Are they playing football? Why aren't you playing too?
Mister! Why is that lady crying? Is her dolly sick? I've got a dolly too
Oh Mama, why hasn't daddy been around to tell me Happy Birthday?
Is he playing football?
Can anybody tell me why I can't play with the little kid next door?
I don't even know his name, and why isn't our skin the same?
Mister! Why are the people in that plane throwing all those footballs?
I don't think I like that game...I don't like football!
Over Cocktails
The Eagle and the Bear sipping cocktails in the air How will they divide the lands, the profit and the shares Well there's a lot of boys out there with nothing else to do All they do is grow their hair and take up lots of room Shall we send them on safari to bring us back the game We'll buy them brand new uniforms just like the good old days They can't complain
I let it go once it won't happen again
I played Mr. Nice Guy and Old Mother Hen
I held it inside, I let it ride Oh oh
Tell me Prime Minister, have you no shame
You're mean and you're dirty, You don't play the game
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Ten megaton warheads, they're flyin' at me
I will survive I've got my beehive to hide in Oh oh
Poor Old Peter Christ Poor old Peter Christ ... They blame him for the war Who is keeping score for Peter Christ Will they win the war...Who will win the war for Peter Christ
Our Father, which art in heaven...Hallowed be thy Name. Thy Kingdom come...Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Poor old Peter Christ ... They’re coming for your lost Take up thy guns and the Word and the Cross... Your sheep will bear the cost
Give us this day our daily bread Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us
Who will win the war Who will win the war The cost of war is on poor Peter Christ Who will win the war...Who will win the war No one wins the war but Peter Christ
And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil . Poor old Peter Christ Poor old Peter Christ Poor old Peter Poor old Peter Christ
For thine is the kingdom, The power, and the glory for ever and ever Did they win the war for Peter Christ...Amen
Epilogue
There are no more chapters; Our story has been told
No more words were written after we lost control
If you find the index go see what we have done
Refer to the table of contents just for fun
We have reached the epilogue, the summary of it all It took only one demagogue to blow it all
Refer to the table of contents
You can see that there are no more chapters
No more words were written
Try to find the index
We have reached the epilogue, the summary of it all It took only one demagogue, to blow it all
It took only one demagogue, to blow it all
I was never a demagogue, but I was always on the ball
Epilogue (After the Extinction)
Words and Music by Ray Galindo 8/14/2024
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