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Patti Smith - Gung Ho lyrics
On a field of red one gold star
 Raised above his head
 Raised above his head
 He was not like any other
 He was just like any other
 And the song they bled
 Was a hymn to him
 Awake my little one
 The seed of revolution
 Sewn in the sleeve
 Of cloth humbly worn
 Where others are adorned
 Above the northern plain
 The great birds fly
 With great wings
 Over the paddy fields
 And the people kneel
 And the men they toil
 Yet not for their own
 And the children are hungry
 And the wheel groans
 There before a grass hut
 A young boy stood
 His mother lay dead
 His sisters cried for bread
 And within his young heart
 The seed of revolution sewn
 In cloth humbly worn
 While others are adorned
 And he grew into a man
 Not like any other
 Just like any other
 One small man
 A beard the color of rice
 A face the color of tea
 Who shared the misery
 Of other men in chains
 With shackles on his feet
 Escaped the guillotine
 Who fought against
 Colonialism imperialism
 Who remained awake
 While others slept
 Who penned like jefferson
 Let independence ringPatti Smith - Gung Ho - http://motolyrics.com/patti-smith/gung-ho-lyrics.html
 And the cart of justice turns
Slow and bitterly
 And the people were crying
 Plant that seed that seed
 And they crawled on their bellies
 Beneath the giant beast
 And filled the carts with bodies
 Where once had been their crops
 And the great birds swarm
 Spread their wings overhead
 And his mother dead
 And the typhoons and the rain
 The jungles in flames
 And the orange sun
 None could be more beautiful
 Than vietnam
 Nothing was more beautiful
 Than vietnam
 And his heart stopped beating
 And the wheel kept turning
 And the words he bled
 Were a hymn to them
 I have served the whole people
 I have served my whole country
 And as I leave this world
 May you suffer union
 And my great affection
 Limitless as sky
 Filled with golden stars
 The question is raised
 Raised above his head
 Was he of his word
 Was he a good man
 For his image fills the southern heart
 With none but bitterness
 And the people keep crying
 And the men keep dying
 And it's so beautiful
 So beautiful
 Give me one more turn
 Give me one more turn
 One more turn of the wheel
 One more revolution
 One more turn of the wheel













