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