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WhenB I came back from Luang Prabang I dAidn't have a thing where my bBalls used to hang, But I gBot a wood medal and a fine harangue. ANow I'm a fucking hBero.
Mourn your dead land of the free! If you want to be a hero follow me. Mourn your dead land of the free! If you want to be a hero follow me. And now the boys all envy me: I fought for Christian Democracy With nothing but air where my balls used to be. Now I'm a fucking hero Mourn your dead land of the free! If you want to be a hero follow me. Mourn your dead land of the free! If you want to be a hero follow me. When one and twenty cannon thunder Into the bloody wild blue yonder For a patriotic ball-less wonder. Now I'm a fucking hero. Mourn your dead land of the free! If you want to be a hero follow me. Mourn your dead land of the free! If you want to be a hero follow me. In Luang Prabang there is a spot Where the corpses of your brothers rot, And every corpse is a patriot, And every corpse is a hero. Mourn your dead land of the free! If you want to be a hero follow me. Mourn your dead land of the free! If you want to be a hero follow me.