PARADISE OF FORTUNE

Oh Vietnam, we love so well
Your war we hold so dear
Fond thoughts of the bloodshed
Stay through each passing year

As we dwell in apathy
Our memories we will hold
We won’t forget dear Vietnam
We’ll remember the arms we sold

Drafted fools, forced to go
Shit and piss over your land
Military orders, kill for peace
Puppets pulled by our hand

Expand the war, we don’t care
We’re eating well and riding high
Sipping cocktails most casually
Enjoying life, while you die

All the madness, countless deaths
Flesh rotting and bodies cold
Brought us great abundance
Wealth and pleasures untold

Oh Vietnam, fortune’s paradise
To stuff the stomachs of men
By blowing up bellies and families
Of the native Viet Minh