flowers of evil

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

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?