"I wouldn't walk across the street to watch her slit her wrist."
--Jim Webb
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Unpublished Work © 2005 Mike Swagerty 1966-67 USMC
There was a time I thought I’d live forever, I was too damn tough to die
But after all these years of abusing myself I’m damned if I know why
And it’s looking like my living days will soon be in my past
But there’s one thing, Lord, that I need from you, before I breathe my last.
I’ve probably asked for too much while I was taking up my space
But, I need to ask for one more thing, before I leave this place.
If you’ll grant me one last final wish, I’ll offer up my soul
Then take me any time you want, while they plant me in that hole.
Lord, please let me live , to see Jane Fonda die!
Then you can send me down to hell, and I’ll smile while I fry
I know you’ve let her live too long, but I'm damned if I know why,
So, please let me live, to see Jane Fonda die!
Some friends and I spent some time in a place called Viet Nam
Most of us left here young boys, but we all came back a man.
They didn’t let us make the rules, so we did what we were told
And almost sixty thousand men lost their chance at getting’ old.
Back home they marched against the war, and called us evil names
Like ‘baby killers’, and ‘war mongers’; and said we were insane
And, hell, we just ignored them, and let ‘em have their fun
We’ve forgotten almost all their names, but we won’t forget this ONE…..
While our friends were dying in the south, she flew up to Hanoi
And sat on anti-aircraft guns that were shooting down our boys
And the smile she wore while sitting there for all the world to see!
Is something that we won’t forgive for all eternity!
So, Lord, let me live to see Jane Fonda die!
Then you can send us both to hell, and I’ll smile while we fry!
I know you’ve let her live too long, but I'm damned if I know why.
But please, Lord, let me live to see Jane Fonda die!
Well, the traitor bitch went into hiding, for almost 40 years.
But that don’t mean a hill of beans to the mom’s who cried those tears
After losing sons who paid the price, so she could protest war
So you need to send her down to Hell; we don’t want her here no more!
OH, Please let me live to see Jane Fonda die!
I wanna piss and dance on her grave, and then I’ll gladly fry!
I know the price is condemnation, but this will be a celebration!
So, Lord! Please! Let me live, to see Jane Fonda die!
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