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The Napalm Song

by Gary Morin


    We shoot the young the sick and lame
    We do our best to kill and maim
    Because all the kills each count the same

    Napalm Sticks to Kids

    Flyin' low across the trees
    Pilots doin' 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 liked 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 ranged 'round the fire
    Napalm makes that fire higher

    Napalm Sticks to Kids

    Baby suckin' on its mother's tit
    Gook down in a fifty pit
    Dow Chemical doesn't give a shit

    Napalm Sticks to Kids

    Attack some kids when you go downtown
    By throwin' some candy on the ground
    Then grease 'em when they gather 'round

    Napalm Sticks to Kids

    A squad of Cong in the grass
    But the fightin's long since passed
    Crispy critters in a mass

    Napalm Sticks to Kids

    Oxcarts rollin' down the road
    Peasants haulin' a heavy load
    They're all VC when the bombs explode

    Napalm Sticks to Kids

    Shootin' women's lotsa fun
    Try killin' one that's pregnant, son
    You'll get two for the price of one

    Napalm Sticks to Kids

    LOH's out to have a blast
    Drop some peon kids en masse
    Send what remains to the Chief of Staff

    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
    Lost some flechettes in the breeze
    Find his arms nailed to the trees

    Napalm Sticks to Kids

    NVA troops are all hardcore
    Throw our psyops out the door
    Watch us nail 'em to the jungle floor

    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 sittin' in a sampan at the stern
    Thinks his boat 'll never burn
    Them fuckin' gooks 'll never learn

    Napalm Sticks to Kids

    See the li'l kids jump and shout
    Dropped some napalm without a doubt
    Watch 'em try to put it out

    Napalm Sticks to Kids

    I've been around, seen what I've seen
    Huntin' VC's a sportin' scene
    But the gooks ya kill ya gotta clean

    Napalm Sticks to Kids

    I've only seen it happen twice
    But both times it was pretty nice
    Shootin' peasants plantin' rice

    Napalm Sticks to Kids

    Napalm son is lots of fun
    When dropped by bomb or shot by gun
    It gets the gooks while on the run

    Napalm Sticks to Kids

    Some people say it's not so neat
    To see gooks burnin' in the street
    But burnin' flesh smells mighty sweet

    Napalm Sticks to Kids

    Gooks in the open, makin' hay
    But listen to what them gunships say
    There'll be no Hoi Chanhs today

    Napalm Sticks to Kids

    Shoot civilians where they sit
    Take some pictures as you split
    All your life you'll remember it

    Napalm Sticks to Kids

    They're in great shape for the shape they're in
    But there's no way that they can win
    With napalm rollin' down their skin

    Napalm Sticks to Kids






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