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a Bloody Tune in 1968
They bend him in half, bind ankles to wrists
and drop him in the 55 gallon drum,
so only his butt sticks out.
Voice 1: How they keep them lil’ skinny mo’ fuckers from totally disappearing?
Voice 2: Man, they fill them barrels halfway with rocks.
The ROKS (Republic of Korean Soldiers)
beat an early morning tune on that butt
sinking fast.
First there’s the bloody butt,
then the butt b...
Wednesday 14th August 2019 9:41 pm
the Space Creep
We get stoned out on the gun.
When Brady joins us with his big head,
we crack jokes and run for cover.
Run for your lives.
The Space Creep has landed.
Hey brother, take off that head.
We hide behind sandbags
to blast the Creep with bullets, grenades
and the M72 LAW.
He stands in the middle of the gun pit,
with his hands pressed to his ears,
screaming,
Come on you guys.
Cut it ...
Wednesday 14th August 2019 9:35 pm
FIGHTER PILOT
FIGHTER PILOT
My mum once told me that my dad was a fighter pilot
Flying over Vietnam and Laos
Dropping bombs and killing.
He got five Migs
Before the missiles got him.
Yeah, my dad flew a Thunderchief.
He flew two hundred missions
Over that hell of a country
Until the missiles blew him away.
I never saw my dad
But he died a he...
Tuesday 19th June 2012 3:22 pm
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