I woke up This morning in a cold cold sweat
I checked my pulse to see if I aint dead yet
They say that what you see is all you’re going to get
but if this is going to be the end of me
then tell me who is the enemy?
Who is the enemy who is the enemy
I swear it’s such a mystery who is the enemy?
I put my thumb out on the road and headed to the west
where I was going to end up was anybody’s guess
Every day is a trial every day is a test
Well you might as well give it a shot your best
Who is the enemy it must be right in front of me
but I just can’t see who is the enemy?
I hope to God that it ain’t me
who is the enemy keeping me from being free
who is the enemy it just can’t be just can’t be.
I'm so pissed off I'm so pissed off
up to now we’ve been too soft
some things you just can't tolerate
some things are worthy of your hate
You have to know you have to see
who is the enemy
Don't say I should be something else
you can go and F yourself
If I have to go to war
at least I want to know what for
too many times too many times
We've had to cover up their crimes
I'm still mad about Vietnam
I'm still mad about the Atom bomb
Mad about the red tide coming ashore
even mad about the Spanish American war
I'm still mad about Vietnam
agent orange and napalm bombs
Crippled children and poisoned streams
across the years I can still hear the screams
our own soldiers ruined as men for life
and all for nothing it Just aint right
How is it that Kissinger walks
after ruining the Paris peace talks
criminals Get medals and the grunts get wheelchairs
and America is stained forever
But the pigs just don't care
You say I t’s all in the past we ought to move on
But I'm still mad about Vietnam
the world continues to evolve
but the war has never been resolved
I'm still mad about Vietnam
it's never gonna be dead and gone
even if we admit we were wrong
I'm still mad about Vietnam
goddammit all to hell
do not ask for whom the Bell
Hello sir. Hello ma'am. Why am I in Vietnam?
I'm here for honor, here for the man.
Drive communism from the land.
But who's the enemy and who is my friend?
I'm glad I didn't go there. So many young men's lives ruined for naught except for political righteousness and zeal. Politicians playing war, grinding up lives in the process.
I hope I feel your pain through your lyrics. I know I never can experience what it was like to have been there and done that.
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I was here protesting 'Bring the boys back home."
I'm here for honor, here for the man.
Drive communism from the land.
But who's the enemy and who is my friend?
I'm glad I didn't go there. So many young men's lives ruined for naught except for political righteousness and zeal. Politicians playing war, grinding up lives in the process.
I hope I feel your pain through your lyrics. I know I never can experience what it was like to have been there and done that.
Ron
So much truth there. And honesty.
Fantastic, Joel