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
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
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- Miscellaneous
- The Very Best of the Skids
- Classic Punk
- 1-2-3-4! Punk & New Wave 1976-1979
- Sweet Suburbia: The Best of The Skids
- The Skids vs. The Ruts
- Postpunk Chronicles: Scared to Dance
- Scared to Dance
- Anarchy: The Best of Punk
- Greatest Hits of Punk and New Wave
- No Spitting: 60 Classic Punk Tracks
- The Best Punk Album in the World… Ever! 2
- Days in Europa
- Joy
- Totally Punk
- The History of Punk, Volume 1
- Whatever Happened To …
- God Save the Punks
- Pretty Vacant: The History of Punk (disc 1)
- Masquerade Masquerade: The Skids Live