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 Flyin’ low across the trees Pilots doing what they please Droppin’ frags on refugees Napalm sticks to kids It made us feel so good inside When the strong men wept and the women cried But what we really like is the children fried Napalm sticks to kids See that family over there? Watch me get ’em with a pair Blood and guts just everywhere Napalm sticks to kids CIA with guns for hire Montagnards around the fire Napalm makes that fire higher Napalm sticks to kids Children suckin’ on a mother’s tit Gooks down in a 50 pit DOW Chemical doesn’t give a shit Napalm sticks to kids Attack some kids when you go downtown By throwing some candy on the ground Then grease ’em when they gather ’round Napalm sticks to kids A squad of ‘Cong in the grass But all the fighting’s long since past Crispy critters in a mass Napalm sticks to kids Loaches out to have a blast Drop some peon, kids en masse Send the remains to the Chief of Staff Napalm sticks to kids Oxcars rollin’ down the road Peasants with a heavy load They’re all V.C. when the bombs explode Napalm sticks to kids Shootin’ women’s lots of fun Try killin’ one that’s pregnant, son You’ll get two for the price of one Napalm sticks to kids Flyin’ low and feelin’ mean See that family by the stream? Drop some napalm, hear ’em scream Napalm sticks to kids See that gook down on his knees? Launch some flechettes in the breeze Find his arms nailed to the trees Napalm sticks to kids N.V.A. are all hardcore Flechettes nail ’em to the jungle floor Throw them psyops out the door Napalm sticks to kids Eighteen kids in a no-fire zone Books under arms and goin’ home Last in line goes home alone Napalm sticks to kids Chuck’s in a sampan sittin’ in the stern But he don’t think his boat will burn Them fuckin’ gooks will never learn Napalm sticks to kids See the little kids jump and shout Drop some napalm without a doubt Watch ’em try and put it out Napalm sticks to kids I’ve been around, some things I’ve seen But the people who are mighty mean The gooks you kill, they make you clean Napalm sticks to kids I’ve only seen it happen twice But both times it was mighty nice Shootin’ peasants plantin’ rice Napalm sticks to kids Napalm, son, is lots of fun When dropped from a bomb or shot from a gun It gets the gooks when they’re on the run Napalm sticks to kids Some people say it’s not so neat To watch gooks burnin’ in the street But burnin’ flesh smells mighty neat Napalm sticks to kids Gooks in the open, makin’ hay But I can hear them gunships say “There’ll be no Chieu Hois today” Napalm sticks to kids Shoot some civilians where they sit Take some pictures as you split All your life you’ll remember it Napalm sticks to kids They’se in good shape for the shape they’se in But they’se no way that they can win With napalm rollin’ down their skin Napalm sticks to kids (laughter)

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