Luang Prebang

When I got back from Luang Prabang

I didn't have a thing where my balls used to hang

But I got a wooden medal and a fine harangue

And now I'm a fuckin' hero

So you can mourn your dead, land of the free

If you want to be a hero, follow me

Mourn your dead, land of the free

If you want to be a hero, follow me

And now the boys all envy me

I fought for Christian democracy

With nothin' but air where my balls used to be

Now I'm a fuckin' hero

Mourn your dead, land of the free

If you want to be a hero, follow me

Mourn your dead, land of the free

If you want to be a hero, follow me

And one and twenty cannon thunder

Into thе bloody wild blue yonder

For a patriotic ball-less wonder

Now I'm a fuckin' hero

Mourn your dead, land of the free

If you want to be a hero, follow me

Mourn your dead, land of the free

If you want to be a hero, follow me

In Luang Prabang there is a spot

Where the corpses of your brothers rot

And every corpse is a patriot

And every corpse is a hero

Mourn your dead, land of the free

If you want to be a hero, follow me

Mourn your dead, land of the free

If you want to be a hero, follow me