1968

 

Oncle Sam wants YOU

 

Freedom Fighter

Freedom fighter
You’ve been sent there
Just to paint
All those red flowers
Scarlet dots of pain
On that baby’s shirt

You the soldier
Are you well aware
Of your friend
Loosing arm or leg
All of this in vain
For square miles of dirt

Hey man,brother
The carpetbagger
Lies all he can
Gets you to bring warfare
On your fellow men
You shoot them like ducks

Look out yonder
Brothers and fathers
All over the land
It’s time to beware
It might be the end
Fighter for a couple of bucks