the air was thick and heavy
the sun was heating up the sky
And somewhere in the jungle
more men were gonna die

The streets were full of people
Feral dogs were running free
The haze was thick and murky
The sun you couldn't see

It's a Saigon Sunday Morning
Ten more men were going home
To  a flag tri-corner folded
And a marker of white stone

The men were all assembled
To load them up with care
It was a Saigon Sunday Morning
with ten men no longer there

The jungle was a minefield
The trees were blocking out the light
It was ***** trapped like crazy
And it seemed like it was night

A patrol went hunting "Charlie"
But, they were found out first
It only took twelve seconds
And it turned out for the worst

The city never noticed
The 'copters flying overhead
Whether bringing in supplies
Or taking out the dead

It was a Saigon Sunday Morning
It never changed one little bit
The air was always heavy
And the alleys smelled like ****

Back home the news delivered
The families destroyed
They were waiting for their loved ones
A short time were deployed

Ribbons tied around the Oak Tree
to support those coming back
On a Saigon Sunday Morning
With twenty bullets in their back

A transport with the bodies
Drops fifty more to play the game
It's a vicious, endless, circle
The procedure's all the same

It's a Saigon Sunday Morning
Ten more men were going home
To a flag tri-corner folded
And a marker of white stone

I remember your cruel love
The first time you said you loved me
The first time you led me down the stairs
There was nothing in you I wanted
But naive young girls do naive young things

Your words were like gifts
Your gifts were like a song
I blindly sang along
Trusting you was easy
But you proved me wrong

I'm cruel in my heart, I know it
But it's what you planted for me
Your mean hands ripped open my chest
You buried something so ugly and dark
So deep it bled into my soul.

Something inside of you was broken
Something was breaking inside of me too
I think of you now and my hands lock up
I hope you have all daughters
I hope they date men like you

I hope it breaks your heart and kills you.

Dishes clanking fires burning
Hurry round no time to chat
people hungry people yearning
But not enough to make them fat

Everything must be just right
Not too little not too much
Gonna be a real long night
With fires on too hot to touch

No one listens but they're talking
Guessing I don't notice this
Keep on working keep on walking
On tempting food they can't resist

So much lost here in translation
Regardless of the price it cost
Focused on just get it done
Amidst the noise all value lost
At one time this seemed for fun
Now look out for number one

Whip the cream and peel potatoes
No time to sit in idling gear
What real worth nobody knows
When losing job is what you fear

People standing at the door
Never break from start to stop
Feels like they are keeping score
Keep head down let's go -chop chop
Feels like you can't take no more

Duties call do things you must
Try real hard to not get burned
In better things we hope and trust
Know things are left that we must learn