Land of the Free

John John the poor man’s son sent to fight the Viet Cong
The jungle held such mystery and ancient hated history
Well fed and poorly led another fresh face good as dead
Wild eyed how he cried finding courage deep inside
And the music plays
And the band gets saved
Will you ride with me
To the land of the free
Jane Jane superbrain metal crutch and phantom pain
Twice they sent her over there with iron will
and undyed hair
The desert held such mystery such suicidal history
Her Ph.D. was good as sand in that crazy worthless land
And the music plays
And the bandit says
Will you ride with me
To the land of the free