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  TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN
 
 i was run over by the truth one day.
 ever since the accident i've walked this way
 so stick my legs in plaster
 tell me lies about vietnam.
 
 heard the alarm clock screaming with pain,
 couldn't find myself so i went back to sleep again
 so fill my ears with silver
 stick my legs in plaster
 tell me lies about vietnam.
 
 every time i shut my eyes all i see is flames.
 made a marble phone book and i carved out all the names
 so coat my eyes with butter
 fill my ears with silver
 stick my legs in plaster
 tell me lies about vietnam.
 
 i smell something burning, hope it's just my brains.
 they're only dropping peppermints and daisy-chains
 so stuff my nose with garlic
 coat my eyes with butter
 fill my ears with silver
 stick my legs in plaster
 tell me lies about vietnam.
 
 where were you at the time of the crime?
 down by the cenotaph drinking slime
 so chain my tongue with whisky
 stuff my nose with garlic
 coat my eyes with butter
 fill my ears with silver
 stick my legs in plaster
 tell me lies about vietnam.
 
 you put your bombers in, you put your conscience out,
 you take the human being and you twist it all about
 so scrub my skin with women
 chain my tongue with whisky
 stuff my nose with garlic
 coat my eyes with butter
 fill my ears with silver
 stick my legs in plaster
 tell me lies about vietnam.
 
 -- adrian mitchell
 
 
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