“My Vietnam” lyrics

This song is by Pink, and will be used as the theme for our upcoming (and final of the school year) unit in youth group.

Daddy was a soldier
he taught me about freedom
Peace and all the great things that we take advantage of
Once I fed the homeless
I’ll never forget
The look upon their faces as I treated them with respect

This is my Vietnam
I’m at war
Life keeps on dropping bombs
And I keep score

Momma was a lunatic
she liked to push my buttons
She said I wasn’t good enough
but I guess I wasn’t trying
Never liked school that much
they tried to teach me better
But I just wasn’t hearing it because I thought I was already pretty clever

This is my Vietnam
I’m at war
Life keeps on dropping bombs
And I keep score

This is my Vietnam
I’m at war
They keep on dropping bombs
And I keep score

What do you expect from me?
What am I not giving you?
What could I do for you to make me OK in your eyes?

This is my Vietnam
I’m at war
They keep on dropping bombs
And I keep score

This is my Vietnam
I’m at war
Life keeps on dropping bombs
And I keep score

This is my Vietnam

This is my Vietnam

So, what does this spark for you? What are your “Vietnams,” the things that keep you at war? Please comment!