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We Gotta Do Something

Well I was just a young boy and turnin' eighteen, Gettin' outta high school, back then was really keen, Workin' here and workin' there, couple years or so, Waitin' to hear from Uncle Sam, sayin' I gotta go, I tried to join the Air Force, hearin' wasn't good, Turned around, walked away, said I understood, A year went by, workin' hard, havin' lotsa fun, Greetings came from Uncle Sam, come on get a gun, Well I had my own plans and Army wasn't it, So I joined the Air Force, I'm not without wit, Well a shootin' and a marchin', classes everyday, Learnin' 'bout computers on so little pay, Well orders came, goodbye states, gotta catch a flight, Southeast Asia, here I come, get ready for a fight, War is hell, the smell is bad, your stomache inside out, Politicians lie, buddies die, what's it all about? Economy's bad, money tight, whatcha gonna do? Police action or a war, or maybe just a coup! So support your politician, in their time of need, Because they really need you --- to support their greed!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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