Price Of Paradise - Minutemen

How I remember the history I have seen

I was just a young boy, the horror I couldnt forsee

All the pain that comes with war

All the scars that never heal

Here in paradise the price is cheap

Young men die for greed

Across the ocean in a land they call Vietnam

Young men dying is all it would cost

We were told and proudly believed

They would fight to keep us free

Here in America the price is cheap

Young men die for what?

My brother, the soldier was a hero who survived

He’d tell the stories of men who died without dreams

And they fight for men twice their age

The smell of death made his life change

The price of paradise is stained with blood

Why?

All pawns and puppets of flesh and bone

Will die for their leaders far from their homes

These are men who died very young

Afraid to see that their cause was unjust

Why couldnt they live for life?

Not die to survive