When I came back from Luang Prabang
I didn't have a thing where my balls used to hang
But I had a wooden medal and a fine harangue
Now I'm a fucking hero
Mourn your dead land of the free
If you wanna be a hero, follow me
Mour your dead land of the free
If you wanna be a hero follow me
And the boys back home 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 wanna be a hero, follow me
Mour your dead land of the free
If you wanna be a hero follow me
One and twenty cannons thunder
Into the mighty wild blue yonder
For a patriotic ball-less wonder
Now I'm a fucking hero
Mourn your dead land of the free
If you wanna be a hero, follow me
Mour your dead land of the free
If you wanna be a hero, follow me
In Lunag Prabang there is a spot
Where the corpses of your brothers rot
And every corpse is a patriot
Every corpse is a hero
Mourn your dead land of the free
If you wanna be a hero, follow me
Mour your dead land of the free
If you wanna be a hero, follow me

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