Napalm Sticks to Kids

We shoot the sick, the young, the lame
We do our best to kill and maim
Because the kills all count the same
Napalm sticks to kids

Flying low across the trees
Pilots doing what they please
Dropping frags on refugees
Napalm sticks to kids

Flying low and looking mean
See that family by the stream?
Drop some nape and watch 'em scream
Napalm sticks to kids

A group of gooks in the grass
But all the fighting's long since passed
Crispy youngsters in a mass
Napalm sticks to kids

Drop some napalm on the barn
It won't do much harm
Just burn off a leg or an arm
Napalm sticks to kids

Gather kids as you fly over town
By tossing candy on the ground
Then grease 'em when they gather 'round
Napalm sticks to kids

Ox cart rolling down the road
Peasants with a heavy load
They're all VC when the bombs explode
Napalm sticks to kids

Cobras flying in the sun
Killing gooks is much so fun
It's one for pregnant, it's two for one
Napalm sticks to kids

There's a gook down on her knees
Launch some flechettes into the breeze
Her arms are nailed to the trees
Napalm sticks to kids

Blues out on a road recon
See some children with their mom
What the hell, let's drop the bomb
Napalm sticks to kids

They're in good shape for the shape they're in
But, God, I wonder how they can win
With napalm running down their skin
Napalm sticks to kids

CIA with guns for hire
Montagnards around a fire
Napalm makes the fire higher
Napalm sticks to kids

A baby sucking on his mother's tit
Children cowering in a pit
Dow Chemical doesn't give a shit
Napalm sticks to kids

18 kids in a no-fire zone
Books under arm as they go home
Last in line goes home alone
Napalm sticks to kids



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