| How I remember the history I have seen
|
| I was just a young boy, the horror I couldnt forsee
|
| All the pain that comes with war
|
| All the scars that never heal
|
| Here in paradise the price is cheap
|
| Young men die for greed
|
| Across the ocean in a land they call Vietnam
|
| Young men dying is all it would cost
|
| We were told and proudly believed
|
| They would fight to keep us free
|
| Here in America the price is cheap
|
| Young men die for what?
|
| My brother, the soldier was a hero who survived
|
| He’d tell the stories of men who died without dreams
|
| And they fight for men twice their age
|
| The smell of death made his life change
|
| The price of paradise is stained with blood
|
| Why?
|
| All pawns and puppets of flesh and bone
|
| Will die for their leaders far from their homes
|
| These are men who died very young
|
| Afraid to see that their cause was unjust
|
| Why couldnt they live for life?
|
| Not die to survive |