Released on 1987

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When I think about it, it seems so unreal

No one cares about our vets

Let me tell you how I feel

You weren't there watching friends get blown away

In a foreign country killing day after day

Watching Napalm make a dying man scream

For a Vietnam vet it's a never ending dream

All we have to offer is some names on a wall

A pat on the back and some phenobarbital

Do you think it was fun

Your best friend was your gun

You weren't told why just to kill or die

Walking among the bodies

The smell of death in the air

Put your friend in a bag

Try to forget you're there

Think about your family if you'll ever go home

When you finally did you were still all alone

Well, let me tell you

There's something you can do

Have a little respect for our Vietnam vets

Just say thanks and shake a hand

For offering their lives to free a land

What the country did just wasn't fair

And the people who call the murderers weren't even there