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 were told and proud to believe They would 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 story of men who died without dreams And they fight for men twice their age Smell of d**h and his life did change 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