My Interpretation: Glenn Hughes Lyric: In the space of a short span Mother can you see the exactitudes that human I've been tryin' to see you measure can be achieved if Cuz the line is free the powers that be partake Now they're tellin' me within said time of the hour Stop shakin' like a feather mind control of its recipient On the count of three purposed by the War Dept. Be a.k.a., War Machine that Back in '69 take all known from yonder We never learned our lesson space of a short span, turn Down in Vietnam to short spin of actual news I refuse to sign It doesn't really matter calls and worded letters an They don't give a damn urgent warning a nation its new emperor wears a new I don't care what you want clothes "Hear ye vainglory." And I roll with the fear What's here is NOT there, You don't hear nothin' and I am grateful for that A sad waste of life truth, but to spin it in any When we go to war fashion as being anything Won't you hear somethin' but... NAM undeniably benumb Father you cry death then permeates all When we go to war the patty fields of grains What is it for? of rice guised as desert grains of sand. Death is Brother is that you? bears out truly that our So get a little closer New Emperor at home I can't feel your breath is as naked as sin can We're the chosen few ever be... Out there in the desert There's a smell of death. Family--Mom, Brother, Dad, let me be some- body and not a made up nobody. I want to be your Bro. again, I I want to be your Son again, I want to be Glenn Hughes again, plain Ole American.
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