Obsessed with nervous drug
I lye in trembling couch.
I know tomorrow's dawn
Will bring ten thosand corpses.
Don't know how to stop it
Don't know how to kill
Seventeen years old boy
With a darling pray for him.
Misunderstendin' rises
And anger too.
We fight against soviet,
You fight for love and you.
Ours pray really differs
Ours weapon too.
We have the same thought:
Who'll be the first: is it me or you?
Obsessed with sordid datura
And dazed I speak to Bob
And gaze at vietnam nature
But then drumroll 's heard.
I leave my shelting coach
And grab the rifle glimming.
The filling I approached
Washed up with the need of killing
An ordinary inocent vietnameese guy.