Return to Vietnam - Master

Their killing for ideals, to build your perfect world

Their marching toward their death, with the flag unfurled

Support the national pride, to reach their ignorant goals

Their fighting to survive, the fight for all control

Step into seclusion, hide beneathe the brush

It’s the code of honor, nothing to discuss

Your fates in the hands of those who pull your strings

Are they drunk with power, or lonely human beings

Mesmerize the chosen, critisize desertion

Publicize the moment, just coersion

Soldiers fill the streets, they’re marching off to war

In the Bosnian freeze, a massage to explore

Old men make mistakes and soon the young men pay

Sacrifice the day with their lives Return to Vietnam, the parallel is the same

The object is to win or lose this deadly game