Working For The Yankee Dollar (Live) 歌詞
Working For The Yankee Dollar (Live) - Skids
Saw Vietnam as a partisan and wished I'd never been
As I held the rope on through
The scope
I wish I'd never seen
Where the air turned red
As the bodies bled into a schoolboy's dream
But who were there could
Only stare
Into this wondrous scene
Yankee
To war
Yankee
Head high
Yankee
In call
Yankee
We cry
In Germany in the forty five
My mind was on the altar
Thought of God the iron rod
And thought that needed shelter
From 'Tragen' pain and men insane
And eyes that got much colder
Saw a German son with a
Yankee gun and a uniform much older
Yankee to war
Yankee head high
Yankee in call
Yankee we cry
For my yankee dollar
Working for the yankee dollar
Working for the yankee dollar
Working for the yankee dollar
Processions bear that human flare
Which mark a hero's welcome
For those dead and for those shed
It was a big occasion
And all flags and yankee mags
Which embroidered all the meaning
In an oversight forgot the fight
Which never bore elation
Yankee to war
Yankee head high
Yankee in call
Yankee we cry
Working for the yankee dollar
Working for the yankee dollar
Working for the yankee dollar
For my yankee dollar
Working for the yankee dollar
Working for the yankee dollar
Working for the yankee dollar
Working for the yankee dollar
Yankee
To war
Yankee
Head high
Yankee
In call
Yankee
We cry
Yankee
To war
Yankee
Head high
Yankee
In call
Yankee
We cry
Working for the yankee dollar