The longest day

tin soldiers marching to the beat of a drum
behing giant monsters with a hand on the gun
old dead corps lie and rot on the street
and mother fucking uncle with bills at his feet 


Napalm and smog checks
Saigon and Hi tech
The dogs at our feet
are the remains of conquest

Paint thinner inside the lungs of a hero
crust on the eyes that did aim at the zero
Across an ocean did great men send boys
along the concrete these boys they avoid

Napalm and smog checks 
Saigon and Hi tech 
The dogs at our feet 
are the remains of conquest
blood mixed with children
and shirts stainded with friends 
god knows that his angels 
would do it again

along the freeway 
across a dirt road
walks a man with a cart
trods a boy without hope
a nickel for more drink
a nickel for shells
an alley in nowhere
a wet pond in hell

This is not the way
This is not the way
Whether down on the street
or a Jungle with heat
This is the longest day

Napalm and smog checks 
Saigon and Hi tech 
The dogs at our feet 
are the remains of conquest
blood mixed with children
and shirts stainded with friends 
god knows that his angels 
would do it again

Do it again
you would do it again 
you would do it again 
you would do it again

Fuck!