Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta go out and get those reds ?
The only good commie is the one who's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Huh!
Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go.
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Viet Cong.
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Well, come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
Send 'em off before it's too late.
Be the first one on your block
To have your boy come home in a box.
And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Modern globalization,
Coupled with condemnations,
Unnecessary death,
Matador corporations,
Puppeting your frustrations,
With the blinded flag,
Manufacturing consent
Is the name of the game,
The bottom line is money,
Nobody gives a fuck.
4000 hungry children die per hour,
From starvation,
While billions spent on bombs,
Create death showers.
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
All Along The Watchtower
Bad Moon Risin
Battle of Vietnam
Billy Don't Be A Hero
Detroit City
Eighteen
Eve of Destruction
Galveston
Grover Henson Feels Forgotten
In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida
Judy Blue Eyes
Leavin on a Jet Plane
96 Tears
Nowhere To Run
Picture of a Man
Proud American
Run Through the Jungle
Saigon Sally
Sittin on the Dock of the Bay
Soldier's Last Letter
Street of No Joy
Sunshine Superman
'Til The White Dove Flies Alone
To Susan on the West Coast Waiting (For Andy in Vietnam
Fighting)
We Gotta Get Out of This Place
Yellow River
Ballad of the Green Berets
The Battle of Vietnam
Day of Decision
Everything's O.K. at the LBJ
The Fightin Side of Me
The Gallant Men
Happy Birthday Son
Hello Vietnam
Keep the Flag Flying
Okie From Muskogee
Roll Call
Song of the Patriot
Still in Saigon
That Ragged Old Flag
Singing in Vietnam Talking Blues
What We're Fightin For
What's Come Over This World
WAR- D.O.A version
If I had a rocket Launcher- Bruce Colburn
Street Fightin' Man - Rolling Stones
We gotta get outta this place - D.O.A version
Somebody to Love- Jefferson Airplane
Time of the season - The Zombies
Snap My Finger, Snap your Neck- Prong
Four Horseman- Metallica
Albatross- Corrosion of Conformity
We wont get fooled Again- The Who
The trooper- Iron Maiden
Aces High- Iron Maiden
All along The Watchtower- Jimi Hendrix
Voodoo Chile - Jimi Hendrix
On the road again- Canned Heat
Rock the Casbah- The Clash
ANrchy in the U.K - Sex Pistols
too name a few
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