Luang Prabang

When I came 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

Now I'm a fucking hero

Mourn your dead, land of the free

If you wanna be a hero, follow me

Mourn your dead, land of the free

If you wanna be a hero, follow me

And now the boys all envy me

I fought for Christian democracy

With nothing but air where my balls used to be

Now I'm a fucking hero

Mourn your dead, land of the free

If you wanna be a hero, follow me

Mourn your dead, land of the free

If you wanna be a hero, follow me

One and twenty cannons thundered

Into the bloody wild blue yonder

For a patriotic ballless wonder

Now I'm a fucking hero

Mourn your dead, land of the free

If you wanna be a hero, follow me

Mourn your dead, land of the free

If you wanna 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 wanna be a hero, follow me

Mourn your dead, land of the free

If you wanna be a hero, follow me