"Price of Paradise" and Three-Way Tie (For Last) (1985)
Only d. boon (and maybe Bob Dylan) could perfectly balance criticism of military adventurism and honor for the plight of the working soldier.
Lyrics:
How I remember the history I have seen
I was just a young boy, the horror I couldn't foresee
All the pain that comes with war
All the scars that never heal
Here in paradise the price is cheap
Young men die for greed.
Across the ocean in a land they call Vietnam
Young men dying is all it would cost
And we are told and proudly believe
They will die to keep us free
Here in America the price is cheap
Young men die for what?
My brother, the soldier, a hero who survived
Would tell the stories of men who died without dreams
And they fight for men twice their age
The smell of death and his life, it changed
The price of paradise is stained with blood
Young men die for what?
All pawns and puppets of flesh and bone
Will die for their leaders far from their homes
These are men who died very young
Afraid to see that their cause was unjust
Why couldn't they live for life?
Not die to survive...
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