Текст песни Flowers of Evil - Mountain

Oh can you tell me
Oh how the joy
Passed from his childhood
That's not my boy
I see he's finished
He's run his race
We're not his family
That's 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
He'd found we closed the door

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 he'd been home for six month's time
My son he told me, he'd made up his mind
He's re-enlisted for three years more
It's too expensive to stop this war

But we never dreamed when he was leaving
That he would taste the flowers of evil

Oh can you tell me
Oh how the joy
Passed from his childhood
That's not my boy
He's re-enlisted for three years more
Is the price of peace worth the price of war?
Is the price of peace worth the price of war?
Is the price of peace worth the price of war?
Is the price of peace worth the price of war?