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.