Vietnam
Back in the good old days
You could almost hear the atom bombs
I've suddenly been cut to pieces
Voices on the stereo are on the line
And the cities blossoming for all mankind
Daydreamer
Riding the train out to see your sister at mount holyoke
I've suddenly been shot to ribbons
Lining up to hear them play fleur de lis
And that old sensation coming over me
You can namaste all you bloody want to
You can curse my name all you bloody want to
All you bloody want to
I don't care
There's a sun in the middle that cannot fail
There's a child in the theatre that's unaware
That our subs
Are out in the gulf
Their airtight hatches are shut
Tairtight hatches are shuts
Letterman ain't it a shame that now we should say our goodbye
I've suddenly been shot to ribbons
I've suddenly been shot to ribbons
I've suddenly been shot
