This far divided land
Where the rice grows free
Has always had corrupt men
Stopping their life's dreams
It's in their veins
It's not that easy
To make it flow on out
For a thousand years
The same has been
Even when a million men
Wearing blue denim jeans
Came marching in
To change our ways
It's not what this is all about
While the people we trust
Pop out of man-made holes
And look like they've been
Tunnelling like moles
Where the enemy lines
Have stood for a thousand years
During the day
We're all so polite
But in the night
We all have to go and fight
The un-invited western men
Always seem to lose sight
Their communist fears
Were ingrained in their mothers womb
And will always end in tears
Where the streets smell of Pho
As you pass on by
And if looks could ****
If you dare to say hi
The aromatic love incense
Wafts in the fog filled air
Where the market crowds come
And traders buy and sell
The lonely planet guides
Write of this unusual smell
The local giggles should tell you
That you don't really belong there
So goodbye Hanoi
This time we can't ignore the flack
I'm going home
And I ain't ever coming back
My wife is waiting
To mend me back in one piece
We've had that awful feeling
Since it all became so fierce
I want to head home so bad
Now they've invaded our embassy
When they don't want our help for a truce
And it doesn't bring the change
That the westerners wanted to produce
So just leave it in the hands of ones own chosen destiny.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 5:33 PM UTC
This far divided land
Where the rice grows free
Has always had corrupt men
Stopping their life's dreams
It's in their veins
It's not that easy
To make it flow on out
For a thousand years
The same has been
Even when a million men
Wearing blue denim jeans
Came marching in
To change our ways
It's not what this is all about
While the people we trust
Pop out of man-made holes
And look like they've been
Tunnelling like moles
Where the enemy lines
Have stood for a thousand years
During the day
We're all so polite
But in the night
We all have to go and fight
The un-invited western men
Always seem to lose sight
Their communist fears
Were ingrained in their mothers womb
And will always end in tears
Where the streets smell of Pho
As you pass on by
And if looks could ****
If you dare to say hi
The aromatic love incense
Wafts in the fog filled air
Where the market crowds come
And traders buy and sell
The lonely planet guides
Write of this unusual smell
The local giggles should tell you
That you don't really belong there
So goodbye Hanoi
This time we can't ignore the flack
I'm going home
And I ain't ever coming back
My wife is waiting
To mend me back in one piece
We've had that awful feeling
Since it all became so fierce
I want to head home so bad
Now they've invaded our embassy
When they don't want our help for a truce
And it doesn't bring the change
That the westerners wanted to produce
So just leave it in the hands of ones own chosen destiny.