Vietnam, back in the good old days You could almost hear the atom bombs I've suddenly been cut to pieces Voices on the stereo are on the line, and the cities blossoming for all mankind Daydreamer, riding the train out to see your sister at Mount Holyoke I've suddenly been shot to ribbons Lining up to hear them play fleur de lis, and that old sensation coming over me You can namaste all you bloody want to You can curse my name all you bloody want to, want to I don't care There's a sun in the middle that cannot fail There's a child in the theatre that's unaware that our subs are out in the gulf, Their airtight hatches are shut. Letterman, aint it a shame that now we should say our goodbye? I've suddenly been shot to ribbons