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
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