Lode De Ceuster

Lode De Ceuster
yankee, go home

They travel south and they travel west
Shooting and killing, and all for the best
Blood on their hands and mud on their knees
Fighting for freedom, fighting for peace

Vietkong or G.I., maybe it's the same
They are playing so many years their deathly game
No one can tell what's right or wrong
But this dirty war is still going strong

Yankee, go home, Yankee, go home
Yankee, go home, Yankee, go home

In Washington said the man on the top
Stay in Vietnam until your last drop
Just for the welfare all over the earth
The greatest lie you ever heard

Now this verse you all have read
In the newspapers a few months ago
It's about something that has happened
Near the White House, in the U.S. of America
And it goes like this ...

President's dog was killed by a truck
And his lady cried
As if she were hit by a rock
But what of the children
Who are killed in your war
President's clan has no tears any more

Yankee, go home, Yankee, go home
Yankee, go home, Yankee, go home

I lost a good friend in the far east
One sunny morning shot down like a beast
He was a poet, he used to sing
Of sunshine and flowers and every good thing

Now bloody killer, where ever you may be
Lay down your rifle and listen to me
Go back to your mother, go back to your wife
Go back to America and stay alive

Yankee, go home, Yankee, go home
Yankee, go home, Yankee, go home
Yankee, go home, Yankee, go home
Yankee, go home, Yankee, go home

(c) Tekst & Muziek : Lode De Ceuster

Jacques

Submitted by Jacques at Thu 04 Mar, 2004 1:00 am

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