Goodnight Saigon

We met as soul mates on Parris Island
 We left as inmates from an asylum
 And we were sharp, as sharp as knives
 And we were so gung ho to lay down our lives
 We came in spastic like tameless horses
 We left in plastic as numbered corpses
 And we learned fast to travel light
 Our arms were heavy but our bellies were tight
 We had no home front, we had no soft soap
 They sent us Playboy, they gave us Bob Hope
 We dug in deep and shot on sight
 And prayed to Jesus Christ with all of our might
 We had no cameras to shoot the landscape
 We passed the hash pipe and played our Doors tapes
 And it was dark, so dark at night
 And we held on to each other
 Like brother to brother
 We promised our mothers we'd write
 And we would all go down together
 We said we'd all go down together
 Yes we would all go down together
 Remember Charlie, remember Baker
 They left their childhood on every acre
 And who was wrong? And who was right?
 It didn't matter in the thick of the fights
 We held the day in the palm of our hands
 They ruled the nights, and the nights
 Seemed to last as long as six weeks...
 ...On Parris Island
 We held the coastline, they held the highlands
 And they were sharp, as sharp as knives
 They heard the hum of our motors
 They counted the rotors
 And waited for us to arrive
 And we would all go down together
 We said we'd all go down together
 Yes we would all go down together