I. Giving ‘em hell in the land of the dead
Money’s tight again so the industry’s fed
Proud metal tanks and proud vinyl bags
A new ranch in Texas for the men in their Jags
They slashed their way through jungles on missions
They slashed their prices to crush the competition
And while the bombs continued to fall
The stocks continued to rise
Agent orange at work on the green brush
Green justification in their eyes.
High up it was expected that things would get hectic
When General Electric unleashed their new guidance system
But 6 feet below they couldn’t perceive and survive the lies
Disguised so the South they’d assist ‘em
II. He lays so still upon this world
With no jubilant trumpets nor flag unfurled
There will be no gathering for a wake
Just a lone man on his thirty-minute coffee break
Who says to his son
I’m sorry to say goodbye
But I bought you the best coffin money can buy
The man leaves his son behind one last time
With ten minutes left to find peace of mind.
