Ultramarine

Send in the choppers

Bring down the axe

Here comes Agent Orange

With his mortar attacks

Void of any conscience

Wiped out from the start

Never find compassion

In his purple heart

Oh oh

This move is obscene

I don't feel part of

This killing culture

Oh oh

The glassy eyes that I've seen

I won't be entertained

By this ultramarine

Ultramarine

Liberation comes

In jeans and coca-cola

Liberty this bullet's

Got your name on it

You make the films

And you're making history

Napalm-burger-bars

Popcorn victory

Oh oh

This move is obscene

I don't feel part of

This killing culture

Oh oh

Here's punishment for your dreams

I won't be entertained

By this ultramarine

Ultramarine

Oh oh

I don't feel part of

This killing culture

Oh oh

I'm afraid, I'm repulsed

By this ultramarine

Ultramarine

Ultramarine

The year is 1963

I'm 6 years old

A monk in some far off land

Dowses himself in petrol

And strikes a match

I'm watching television

A black silhouette

Engulfed in white flame

Still moving after what seems

A very long time

Burning Buddha

The room is filled with blue light

We change channels

And watch a James Cagney movie

Marching soldiers singing

"Over there over there..."