Standing on the top of the mountain
I bet you feel totally far out now
High on blood and napalm smoke
The Indians have all gone
And there’s no sign of snow
Store bought flag and a virgin flak
Tranquillisers and a canteen flask
Heroin and Koon Sa smoke
Light up the village and grab a coke
Morphine, comic books and bayonets
And my girlfriends stockings tied around my neck
VC thumb and some M & Ms
Concrete drop you’re f**ing shot in the head
Lying in the blood of the fallen
I bet you feel really groovy now