Intro : (x5)
Farewell my wistful
Saigon bride
I'm Going out to
stem the tide
A tide that never
saw the seas
It flows through jungles,
round the trees
Some say it's yellow,
some say red
It will not matter when you're
dead
How many dead men
will it take
To build a dike that
will not break ?
How many children
must we kill
Before we make the waves stand
still ?
Through miracles com
e high today
We have the where
withal to pay
It takes them off
the streets you know
To places they would never
go alone
It gives them useful t
rades
The lucky boys are even paid
Men die to build t
heir Pharaoh's tombs
And still and still t
he teeming wombs
How many men to co
nquer Mars
How many dead to re ach the star
s ?
Farewell my wistful
Saigon bride
I'm Going out to
stem the tide
Some say it's yellow,
some say red
It will not matter when you're
dead