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nik aji, anish ramanadham, derek hsiao, vinson jiang - tttc lyrics

[spoken intro: derek hsiao]
alpha squad, camped out on flat sp-ce
alpha squad, boots off alone and safe
alpha squad, lemme see that photo
hey, she’s cute… those sh-lls though

[verse 1: derek hsiao]
there was no kiowa, that was story truth
but o’brien knew someone who had died in his youth
but that’s moot. it was used as a way to view
the the numerous reactions shown by the few

like bowker who just wants people to listen
but makes the decision to make the omission
cuz it doesn’t fit in what people want written
and it makes them sicken cuz it’s uncouth
adulterate the truth and make it moral too
pull some good, out of this cesspool
waddya mean you couldn’t save him, coward
let him drown while thinking ‘bout a shower?!

[hook: vinson jiang]
this is our story of vietnam
a war filled with confusion and exploding bombs
we were so bright, so naive and young
didn’t understand why we were the ones
who had to fight this bl–dy war
dead was our innocence and our very core
we were told to fight, and we did as told
too frightened to try and be bold
too frightened to put up a fight
friends died around us, left n right
we just tried to avoid the shining light
just one year we were told to survive
in that year we might come out alive
but we’re already dead inside
just a body along for the ride

[verse 2: derek hsiao]
lieutenant cross in the field of t-rds
he takes a pause in order to compose words
for the rotten fate that he had begotten on kiowa
by camping on the god forsaken slop when mortar shots
drop nonstop make the field suck and pop

and in his letter to kiowa’s father
that he composes, without sh-tty water
he detaches his guilt by describing it as an officer
in technical terms to offer condolences
but then he thinks of golf and white picket fences
it’s so similar, yet lives are expensive
and being a leader was never what he intended
it was never his country that he defended

then there’s the unnamed soldier
lookin for the photo with weight on his shoulders
showed the photos that revealed their position
a dumb-ss move like lavender p-ssin’
but where’s o’brien, his narrative is missin’
kiowa’s death is all symbolism
for the the wastes of vietnam and militarism
it’s his own d-mn story o’brien is spittin’

[hook: vinson jiang]

[verse 3: nik aji]
i’m so tired man i’m done with this war
it’s crazy i don’t even know what i’m here for
im just humping all day, and god dammit i’m bored
i can’t stand it anymore, it’ll k!ll me before
i get back home on my old front porch
i miss seeing martha yeah these pictures i stored
are not enough i know it but i cannot afford
to loose in touch she’s all i got thats keeping me warm
its hard to stay warm when your friend is a corpse
it saps the heat from me i’m seeing bodies and gore
thats why i grab a bottle and a gl-ss an i pour
in this military jeep, and i’m missin my ford
i’m speeding by fast push the gas to the floor
i’ve taken all i can and i don’t want anymore
i’m tryna keep my boys from ending up in the morgue
these vietcong are animals they have no remorse
the things that we do cuz we’re behind closed doors
cuz this is vietnam yeah there ain’t no court
drop down on my knees and i pray to the lord
the things that we carry cuz we learned how to horde
i saw this young kid yesterday on tour
blue eyes, soft cheeks, like 5 foot 4
we were searching a tunnel but then he went off course
i heard a blast and i saw this kids life cut short
that struck a chord

they call me a lieutenant and i dread it man
i’m just a scared boy with a badge, and i let it in my head
i got this boy dead, i cannot go to bed
without remembering his legs and his arms and his head
and then everything was red, and i’m tressed and i’m stressed ima mess ima mess
all these lies that i’m fed, every night taking meds
i’m alive cuz i’m blessed
let me fly in that jet
before they fill me up with lead
and i end up like the rest and i end up like the rest
will i ever be a vet and i end up like the rest

[verse 4: anish ramanadham]
can’t talk about the pain shame and fear
it’s something that n0body wants to hear
i’ll keep it to myself, that god awful rain
a sickness in us like cancer in the brain
the men we k!lled the men without faces
the explosions faced in enemy bases

bowker took his life to feel alright
o brien could but he prefers to write
kiowa died over in vietnam
he got hit by our own bombs
n0body wants to hear about blood and shame
n0body wants to hear about a soldiers pain

hey dad look i got a medal
hey mom step away from the kettle
are you proud of me now
for forgetting about how
didn’t want to go off to fight a war
how i would have rather been called a wh0r-
a traitor failure a god d-mn disgrace
at least then i wouldn’t see his dying face

that dancing kid from a burning village
all we ever did was learn to pillage
we just kept humping like it was a game
the vietcong and us were one in the same
bodies in ditches and flames just another grueling day
but the president won’t listen to a word we say

everyday i wonder if i end up dead dead
everyday i wished to put a bullet in my head
i just want somebody who will hear me out
cuz all i am is filled up with doubt
did we do the right thing over in. vietnam
k!lling vietcong and calling for dropped bombs
did we do the right thing in vietnam

- nik aji anish ramanadham derek hsiao vinson jiang lyrics

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