flowers of evil

Pappalardi-Rea-West
Oh can you tell me Oh how the joy
Passed from his childhood Thats not my boy
I see hes finished, hes run his race
Were not his family thats not his face
We taught him well And from his youth
He knew he always Must know the truth
He left his country to go to war
When he returned, hed found we closed the door
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But we never dreamed when he was leaving
That he would taste the flowers of evil
I know his habit was not so bad
When for fifty dollars it could be had
But now he home to his promised land
And what he needs got to cost a Grand
When hed been home for six months time
My son he told me, hed made up his mind
Hes re-enlisted for three years more
Its too expensive to stop this war
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Oh can you tell me Oh how the joy
Passed from his childhood Thats not my boy
Hes re-enlisted for three years more
Is the price of peace worth the price of war?