| As a schoolboy I played with a plastic grenade
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| It was gray and with caps it was loaded
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| In the dirt we would cry and dramatically die
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| As it flew to the air and exploded
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| As a young man my dream was to be a marine
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| My flag was worth all I could bring it
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| The country was young, when the anthem was sung
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| Well it gave me the goosebumps to sing it
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| I was born on the fourth of July
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| No one more loyal than I
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| When my country said so I was ready to go
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| And I wish I’d been left there to die
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| When I landed in 'Nam, I was Great Uncle Sam
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| I was fighting for God and my mother
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| And I knew what to do when my first tour was through
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| I signed up and went back for another
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| But it all tumbled down when we ambushed the town
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| In the night how the metal was flying
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| We blew it to hell, really did our job well
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| But just women and kids did the dying
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| I was born on the fourth of July
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| No one more loyal than I
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| When my country said so I was ready to go
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| And I wish I’d been left there to die
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| In the damn DMZ, it all ended for me
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| The fighting broke out and we scattered
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| One shot hit my heel, the last thing I feel
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| The next hit my spine and it shattered
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| In my hospital bed I could hear what was said
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| And the word will stay with me forever
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| With my whole life ahead, my body was dead
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| And the word they were using was never
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| I was born on the fourth of July
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| No one more loyal than I
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| When my country said so I was ready to go
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| And I wish I’d been left there to die
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| Now I wheel myself down to the crossroads of town
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| To watch the young girls and their lovers
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| And my mind is afire, it’s alive with desire
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| Christ, I’d barely begun, now it’s over
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| In my wheelchair for life, my mechanical wife
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| I’m supposed to be cheerful and stoic
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| I’m your old tried-and-true, Yankee Doodle to you
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| Clean-cut, paralysed and heroic
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| I was born on the fourth of July
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| No one more loyal than I
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| When my country said so I was ready to go
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| And I wish I’d been left there to die |