You know we’re wrong
You know we’re wrong
We’re in the war
And we don’t belong
Pack up our forked tongues
And come on home
And stop the fires of napalm
Stop the fires of napalm
Rivers running the color of red
Rice paddies full of the other dead
It’s for freedom of the Vietnamese, we claim
The same freedom that the Indian gained.
You know we’re wrong
You know we’re wrong
We’re in the war
And we don’t belong
Pack up our smallpox blankets
And come on home
And stop the fires of napalm
Stop the fires of napalm
We are the children, God is the father
We and the Vietnamese Vietcong are brothers
Their children are our nephews and nieces like the others
And our sisters arethose Vietnamese childrens’ mothers.
You know we’re wrong
You know we’re wrong
We’re in the war
And we don’t belong
Pack up our guns
And come on home
And stop the fires of napalm
Stop the fires of napalm
You wonder how you can be affected
Your schools and hospitals so neglected
You can’t fight for the good you need
If it’s in the national interest to make children bleed.
You know we’re wrong
You know we’re wrong
We’re in the war
And we don’t belong
Pack up our boy soldiers
And come on home
And stop the fires of napalm
Stop the fires of napalm
Stop the fires of napalm.
You know we’re wrong
We’re in the war
And we don’t belong
Pack up our forked tongues
And come on home
And stop the fires of napalm
Stop the fires of napalm
Rivers running the color of red
Rice paddies full of the other dead
It’s for freedom of the Vietnamese, we claim
The same freedom that the Indian gained.
You know we’re wrong
You know we’re wrong
We’re in the war
And we don’t belong
Pack up our smallpox blankets
And come on home
And stop the fires of napalm
Stop the fires of napalm
We are the children, God is the father
We and the Vietnamese Vietcong are brothers
Their children are our nephews and nieces like the others
And our sisters arethose Vietnamese childrens’ mothers.
You know we’re wrong
You know we’re wrong
We’re in the war
And we don’t belong
Pack up our guns
And come on home
And stop the fires of napalm
Stop the fires of napalm
You wonder how you can be affected
Your schools and hospitals so neglected
You can’t fight for the good you need
If it’s in the national interest to make children bleed.
You know we’re wrong
You know we’re wrong
We’re in the war
And we don’t belong
Pack up our boy soldiers
And come on home
And stop the fires of napalm
Stop the fires of napalm
Stop the fires of napalm.
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