WAR SUITE
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
The Big One
Are you ready for the big one
Have you said your daily prayers
It looks kind of foggy and it smells kind of weird
Are you ready for the big one
Have you paid off what you owe
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
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