If you love your Uncle Sam
Bring them home, bring them home
Support our boys in Vietnam
Bring them home, bring them home
It'll make our generals sad, I know
Bring them home, bring them home
They want to tangle with the foe
Bring them home, bring them home
They want to test their weaponry
Bring them home, bring them home
But here is their big fallacy
Bring them home, bring them home
I may be right, I may be wrong
Bring them home, bring them home
But I got a right to sing this song
Bring them home, bring them home
There's one thing I must confess
Bring them home, bring them home
I'm not really a pacifist
Bring them home, bring them home
If an army invaded this land of mine
Bring them home, bring them home
You'd find me out on the firing line
Bring them home, bring them home
Even if they brought their planes to bomb
Bring them home, bring them home
Even if they brought helicopters and napalm
Bring them home, bring them home
Show those generals their fallacy
Bring them home, bring them home
They don't have the right weaponry
Bring them home, bring them home
For defense, you need common sense
Bring them home, bring them home
They don't have the right armaments
Bring them home, bring them home
The world needs teachers, books and schools
Bring them home, bring them home
And learning a few universal rules
Bring them home, bring them home
So if you love your Uncle Sam
Bring them home, bring them home
Support our boys in Vietnam
Bring them home, bring them home
“A magisterial collection. An emotional roller coaster. Soon to be a cult classic.
A combination of Bukowski’s Last Night On Earth and Orwell’s 1984.”
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