Napalm Sticks To Kids
The Covered Wagon Musicians| Original | La versione registrata nel 1972 dai Covered Wagon Musicians |
| NAPALM STICKS TO KIDS We shoot the sick, the young, the lame, We do our best to kill in 'Nam Because the kills all count the same, Napalm sticks to kids. Flying low across the trees, Pilots doing what they please, Dropping frags on refugees, Napalm sticks to kids. It made us feel right good inside When the strongmen left and the women cried But what we really did like was when the children cried Napalm sticks to kids CIA with guns for hire Montagnards around a fire Napalm makes that fire higher Napalm sticks to kids Children sucking on a mother's tit Gooks down in a 50. pit Dow Chemical doesn't give a shit Napalm sticks to kids Attack some kids when you go downtown By throwing some candy on the ground Then grease them when they gather round Napalm sticks to kids A squad of Congs in the grass But all the fighting long since past Crispy critters in a mass Napalm sticks to kids LOH's ought to have a blast Drop some Peon kids en masse Send the remains to the chief of staff Napalm sticks to kids Oxcarts rolling down the road Peasants with a heavy load They're all VC when the bombs explode Napalm sticks to kids Shooting women's lots of fun Try killing one that's pregnant, son You'll get two for the price of one Napalm sticks to kids Flying low and feeling mean See that family by the stream Drop some napalm 'n' hear them scream Napalm sticks to kids See that gook on his knees Lost some flechette in the breeze Find his arms nailed to the trees Napalm sticks to kids NVA are all hardcore Flechettes nail them to the jungle floor Throw them psyops out the door Napalm sticks to kids 18 kids in a no-fire zone Books under arms and going home Last in line goes home alone Napalm sticks to kids Chuck's in a sampan sitting in the stern But he don't think his boat'll burn Them fucking gooks will never learn Napalm sticks to kids See some kids jump and shout Drop some napalm without a doubt Watch them try and put it out Napalm sticks to kids I've been around, some things I've seen But the people who are mighty mean The gooks you kill, they make you clean Napalm sticks to kids I've only seen it twice But both times, it was mighty nice Shooting peasants planting rice Napalm sticks to kids Napalm, son, is lots of fun Dropped from a bomb or shot from a gun It gets the gooks when they're on the run Napalm sticks to kids Some people say its not so neat To watch gooks burning in the street But burning flesh smells mighty neat Napalm sticks to kids Gooks in the open, making hay I can almost hear those gunships say "They'll be no Chieu Hois today" Napalm sticks to kids Shoot some civilians where they sit Take some pictures as you split All your life, you'll remember it Napalm sticks to kids They'se in good shape for the shape they'se in But they'se no way that they can win With Napalm rolling down their skin Napalm sticks to kids | NAPALM STICKS TO KIDS Napalm Sticks To Kids Covered Wagon Musicians version, 1972 We shoot the sick, the young, the lame, We do our best to kill 'n' maim Because the kills all count the same, Napalm sticks to kids. Flying low across the trees, Pilots doing what they please, Dropping frags on refugees, Napalm sticks to kids. Flying low and looking mean See that family by the stream Drop some nape ‘n' hear ‘em scream Napalm sticks to kids. A group of gooks in the grass But all the fightings long since passed Crispy youngsters will amass Napalm sticks to kids Drop some napalm on the barn It won't do much harm Jus' burn off a leg or an arm Napalm sticks to kids. Gather kids as you fly over town By tossing candy on the ground Them grease 'em when they gather round Napalm sticks to kids. Oxcarts rolling down the road Peasants with a heavy load They're all VC when the bombs explode Napalm sticks to kids Cobras flying in the sun Killing gooks is macho fun It's one fragment it's two for one Napalm sticks to kids. There's a gook down on her knees Launch some flechettes into the breeze Her arms are nailed into the breeze Napalm sticks to kids. Lose out on a road recon See some children with their mom What the hell, let's drop the bomb Napalm sticks to kids. They're in good shape for the shape they're in But god I wonder how they can win With napalm running down their skin Napalm sticks to kids. CIA with guns for hire Montagnards around a fire Napalm makes that fire higher Napalm sticks to kids. A baby sucking on a mothers tit Children down in a pit Dow Chemical doesn't give a shit Napalm sticks to kids. 18 kids in a no-fire zone Books under arm as they go home Last in line goes home alone Napalm sticks to kids. |
