Let me tell you the story of a soldier named Dan.Went out to
fight the good fight in South Vietnam,Went out to fight for
peace, liberty and all,Went out to fight for equality, hope,
let's go,And the war drags on.Found himself involved in a
sea of blood and bones,Millions without faces, without hope and
without homes.And the guns they grew louder as they made dust out
of bonesThat the flesh had long since left just as the people
left their homes,And the war drags on.They're just there to
try and make the people free,But the way that they're doing
it, it don't seem like that to me.Just more blood-letting
and misery and tearsThat this poor country's known for the
last twenty years,And the war drags on.Last night poor Dan had a
nightmare it seems.One kept occurring and re-occurring in his
dream:Cities full of people burn and scream and shoutin'
loudAnd right over head a great orange mushroom cloud.And
there's no more war,for there's no more world,And the
tears come streaming down.Yes, I lie crying on the ground