Tell You No Lie
Last night we got into a fire fight.
M-60 tracers flying through the night.
The sound of morters crashing over head.
When I looked around all my friends were dead.
Cause I will tell you no lies.
Cross my heart and hope to die.
Cause I will tell you no fib.
Napalm it sticks to legs.
Two little legs on a paddie dyke.
The’re aiming stakes for a Cobra strike.
Two little legs in a field of wheat.
I called on in some Willie Pete.