...WAR/TORN...
*Flashback*
Napalm bombs explode over head
Machine gun fire...unload or ur dead
Those Vietcong dogs ripped the bones
Out my leg...exposed alone...
Bullets riddled the command!
Communication down: not a sound!
Not a plan! I took a bandage out
Then I ripped with my hands
Spilt it into halves to try'n stop the blood
That was pouring down my calf!
I wrapped it then I grabbed
A grenade out the grass
That's when I heard a BOOM!
Two helicopters crashed
In a blaze full of fuel
The flames and the fumes
Haunt me everyday like a plague
Or a tune stuck inside my head
And it plays like the news
The faces of my crew
The pain and the gloom
Good Morning Vietnam:
Rest in peace my Platoon
Apocalypse Now: Jesus Christ in a few
The life of a vet that didn't die with his troop!
Snapback!
"Hey Granpa wat's ta matta...why you sweatin in ya sweep?
Can ya tell me wat dis means...Mommy calls it psd?
But I tink that der's a T scribbled somewhere inbetween.
See she wrote it on dis sheet when da doctor called last week.
See you fightin in ya dreams wit da Boogie Man and monstas.
But you need'nt be afraid cuz I use to have dat problem.
'Til daddy bought a light and he put it right beside me..
Now every night I sweep it blinds the monstas tryna find me!
*If you need it you can have it cuz da Boogie Man is dead.
Cuz dat dolly dat you made me put a bullet in his head.
Kilt his gobblins and his guards and his gremlins and his pets.
Mommy tot I wet da bed but dat was blood from his neck!!!"*
Snapback!
"Granpa! Did you hear me???
"WAIT...sweety where's my meds"?!?
"Mommy left 'em on da table by da maple and da bread..
Granpa are you sick? Let me run and get 'em quick.
Before you end up in da bath again...tryna drown da fish!"
*Flashback*
Crawling thru the bush like a crab on the beach
Body parts all around me ... human flesh and debris
If Death wants a feast then it's destined to be
But I'm takin out these gooks with every breath that I breathe!
Snapback!
To be continued...