My Vietnam

my vietnam

Written by Pink and Linda Perry


 
Daddy was a soldier he taught me about freedom
Peace and all the great things that we take advantage of
Once I fed the homeless, I’ll never forget
The look upon their faces as I treated them with respect, and

This is my Vietnam
I’m at war
Life keeps on dropping bombs
And I keep score

Momma was a lunatic, yes, she liked to push my buttons
She said I wasn’t good enough, but I guess I wasn’t trying
Never liked school that much, they tried to teach me better
But I just wasn’t hearing it because
I thought I was already pretty clever, and

This is my Vietnam
I’m at war
Life keeps on dropping bombs
And I keep score

This is my Vietnam
I’m at war
They keep on dropping bombs
And I keep score

What do you expect from me?
What am I not giving you?
What could I do for you to make me OK in your eyes?

This is my Vietnam
I’m at war
They keep on dropping bombs
And I keep score

This is my Vietnam
I’m at war
Life keeps on dropping bombs
And I keep score

This is my Vietnam
This is my Vietnam

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