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Daddy was a soldier he taught me about freedom
Peace and all the great things that we take
Advantage of
Once I fed the homeless, I’ll never forget
I look upon their faces as I treated them with
Respect
And
This is my vietnam
I’m at war
Life keeps on dropping bombs
And I keep score
Momma was a lunatic, she liked to push my buttons
She said I wasn’t good enough, but I guess i
Wasn’t trying
Never like school that much, they tried to teach
Me better
But I just wasn’t hearing it because I thought i
Was already pretty clever
And
This is my vietnam
I’m at war
Life keeps on dropping bombs
And I keep score
This is my vietnam
I’m at war
They keep on dropping bombs
And I keep score
What do you expect from me?
What am I not giving you?
What could I do for you to make me ok in your
Eyes?
This is my vietnam
I’m at war
They keep on dropping bombs
And I keep score
This is my vietnam
I’m at war
Life keeps on dropping bombs
And I keep score
This is my vietnam
This is my vietnam
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