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letra de in da field - yung_hairball

(pre-chorus):
i wanna get out of ‘nam
so freaking bad
but i gotta wait here for my dad..

he said we’d do something fun for my
tenth birthday
but we’ve been stick in this shit field all day
(chorus 1)
cuz as far as i can see
my dad still has ptsd
but i don’t why he has to take it out on men
i can’t escape his grip!
this is a terrible field trip!

(first verse):

i’m writing a novelistic depiction
impeccable diction
layers upon layers of hard metafiction
i’d pull a mark fossie and mary
and bring my daughter here like ain’t nothing scary
see i wanted to return to revisit the scene
but i couldn’t do it solo so i brought along kathleen
been a couple years since i’ve been to ‘nam, so
you can call me nixon, minus the bombs, tho
yeah, i kinda think my memory’s awry
the land is small and the swamp is dry
but we gotta travel in groups
cuz the swamp when it’s hungry can swallow up troops

(chorus 2):
oh this is a terrible trip
and now dad’s going for a dip
he’s literally swimming in a field of shit
he’s a stink bomb
please get me out of ‘nam
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
please get me out of ‘nam!

(verse 2):

i’m thinking of my days as a fighter
guilt is getting tighter
tryna right the wrongs as a grizzled war writer
saved this part of trip, though, for the very end
cuz i gotta say some goodbyes to my wartime best friend
yeah, been from south ‘nam to iowa
but still can’t escape my memories of ol’ kiowa
funny how death can come from normalcy
it finds you down in swamps or up in lemon trees
it all kinda feels like the river of styx
while kathleen’s with the tour guide doing magic tricks
she doesn’t know what’s beneath all this water
but go on sparknotes, and you’ll see
she ain’t even my real daughter

(chorus 3):
oh all the time i ask my dad
has he actually k!lled a man
but he has too short of an attention-span
i’m drid
he doesn’t even have a kid

no i’m not his real kid!

- yung_hairball

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