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for those dead and for those shed it was a big occasion
But who were there could only stare into this wondrous scene, as i held the rope on through the scope i wish i d never seen
Where the air turned red as the bodies bled into a schoolboy s dream, working for the yankee dollar
in germany in the forty five
Working for the yankee dollar, saw vietnam as a partisan and wished i d never been Yankee, working for the yankee dollar
For those dead and for those shed it was a big occasion, as i held the rope on through the scope i wish i d never seen
Processions bear that human flare which mark a hero s welcome, in germany in the forty five for, my mind was on the altar
The iron rod and thought that needed shelter, for those dead and for those shed it was a big occasion Yankee, from tragen pain and men insane and eyes that got much colder
Saw vietnam as a partisan and wished i d never been, in germany in the forty five
for those dead and for those shed it was a big occasion
And all flags and yankee mags which embroidered all the meaning, in germany in the forty five, saw a german son with a yankee gun and a uniform much older
saw a german son with a yankee gun and a uniform much older
For those dead and for those shed it was a big occasion, working for the yankee dollar
Working for the yankee dollar, working for the yankee dollar
Saw a german son with a yankee gun and a uniform much older, where the air turned red as the bodies bled into a schoolboy s dream, processions bear that human flare which mark a hero s welcome
and all flags and yankee mags which embroidered all the meaning
which never bore elation
working for the yankee dollar
In an oversight, but who were there could only stare into this wondrous scene
and all flags and yankee mags which embroidered all the meaning
in an oversight
And all flags and yankee mags which embroidered all the meaning, working for the yankee dollar, working for the yankee dollar
In an oversight, saw vietnam as a partisan and wished i d never been for, forgot the fight
The iron rod and thought that needed shelter, for those dead and for those shed it was a big occasion, my mind was on the altar
The iron rod and thought that needed shelter, thought of god
saw a german son with a yankee gun and a uniform much older
and all flags and yankee mags which embroidered all the meaning
Where the air turned red as the bodies bled into a schoolboy s dream, processions bear that human flare which mark a hero s welcome, forgot the fight
Working for the yankee dollar, working for the yankee dollar
working for the yankee dollar
Saw vietnam as a partisan and wished i d never been, forgot the fight Dollar, working for the yankee dollar
saw vietnam as a partisan and wished i d never been
working for the yankee dollar
For those dead and for those shed it was a big occasion, from tragen pain and men insane and eyes that got much colder Yankee, in an oversight
Working for the yankee dollar, from tragen pain and men insane and eyes that got much colder
As i held the rope on through the scope i wish i d never seen, my mind was on the altar
but who were there could only stare into this wondrous scene
Working for the yankee dollar, for those dead and for those shed it was a big occasion, saw a german son with a yankee gun and a uniform much older
Thought of god, working for the yankee dollar Skids, in an oversight
Where the air turned red as the bodies bled into a schoolboy s dream, from tragen pain and men insane and eyes that got much colder, where the air turned red as the bodies bled into a schoolboy s dream
saw a german son with a yankee gun and a uniform much older
Working for the yankee dollar, working for the yankee dollar, the iron rod and thought that needed shelter
Working for the yankee dollar, but who were there could only stare into this wondrous scene
Which never bore elation, working for the yankee dollar the, in germany in the forty five
As i held the rope on through the scope i wish i d never seen, working for the yankee dollar
Working for the yankee dollar, thought of god, working for the yankee dollar
Processions bear that human flare which mark a hero s welcome, from tragen pain and men insane and eyes that got much colder Working, thought of god
Thought of god, but who were there could only stare into this wondrous scene
Saw vietnam as a partisan and wished i d never been, working for the yankee dollar Skids, for those dead and for those shed it was a big occasion
Thought of god, in an oversight, which never bore elation
which never bore elation
Where the air turned red as the bodies bled into a schoolboy s dream, saw a german son with a yankee gun and a uniform much older Yankee, forgot the fight