To Whom It May Concern -- Adrian Mitchell

To Whom It May Concern

I was run over by the truth one day.

Ever since the accident I've walked this way

    So stick my legs in plaster

    Tell me lies about Vietnam.

Heard the alarm clock screaming with pain,

Couldn't find myself so I went back to sleep again

    So fill my ears with silver

    Stick my legs in plaster

    Tell me lies about Vietnam.

Every time I shut my eyes all I see is flames.

Made a marble phone book and I carved out all the names

    So coat my eyes with butter

    Fill my ears with silver

    Stick my legs in plaster

    Tell me lies about Vietnam.

I smell something burning, hope it's just my brains.

They're only dropping peppermints and daisy-chains

    So stuff my nose with garlic

    Coat my eyes with butter

    Fill my ears with silver

    Stick my legs in plaster

    Tell me lies about Vietnam.

Where were you at the time of the crime?

Down by the Cenotaph drinking slime

    So chain my tongue with whisky

    Stuff my nose with garlic

    Coat my eyes with butter

    Fill my ears with silver

    Stick my legs in plaster

    Tell me lies about Vietnam.

You put your bombers in, you put your conscience out,

You take the human being and you twist it all about

    So scrub my skin with women

    Chain my tongue with whisky

    Stuff my nose with garlic

    Coat my eyes with butter

    Fill my ears with silver

    Stick my legs in plaster

    Tell me lies about Vietnam.

--Adrian Mitchell

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