Wait until dimension is free
To see the candlelit bungalow street
But weapons stop their quite meditations
Vietnam is a single burning plain
All over helmet heads
Formed to a green screaming herd
You’d better flee
You’d better flee
You’d better
You’d better
Flee
Booming machines
Coming from the west
Like a huge swarm of bees
So bombs will find the rest
Hello
Flying mass graves
Now sorrow’s rooted in their brains
Flying mass graves
Now sorrow’s rooted in their brains
Flying mass graves
Now sorrow’s rooted in their brains
Flying mass graves
Now sorrow’s rooted in their brains
Out of national creed, such a kind of robbery
Hands up, Hold up, Helicopter
Hands up, Hold up, Helicopter
Flying mass graves
Now sorrow’s rooted in their brains
Flying mass graves
Now sorrow’s rooted in their brains
Flying mass graves
Now sorrow’s rooted in their brains
Flying mass graves
Now sorrow’s rooted in their brains
Out of national creed, such a kind
Out of national creed, such a kind of robbery