More songs by The Stranglers
Description
Producer: Hugh Cornwell
Engineer: Steve Churchyard
Producer: The Stranglers
Composer: Dave Greenfield
Composer: Hugh Cornwell
Composer: Jean-Jacques Burnell
Composer: Jet Black
Lyrics and translation
Original
It's over, linger on nightmares of the waste.
The pagan values of blood, sweets, and taste.
Treasures captured, pleasures enraptured, lose their freshness.
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The natives, painted, cry in ancient lands.
Omnipotent gods have burnt their hands.
Lightning providers, fatal dividers, spread hate inside us.
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Sore friends, poor friends, hate their mother's face.
Liars conspire to hide within God's grace.
Treasures captured, pleasures enraptured, lose their freshness.
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English translation
It's over, linger on nightmares of the waste.
The pagan values of blood, sweets, and taste.
Treasures captured, pleasures enraptured, lose their freshness.
Vietnamerica,
Vietnamerica,
Vietnamerica.
The natives, painted, cry in ancient lands.
Omnipotent gods have burnt their hands.
Lightning providers, fatal dividers, spread hate inside us.
Vietnamerica,
Vietnamerica,
Vietnamerica.
Sore friends, poor friends, hate their mother's face.
Liars conspire to hide within God's grace.
Treasures captured, pleasures enraptured, lose their freshness.
Vietnamerica,
Vietnamerica,
Vietnamerica.