The Price of Paradise Lyrics

How I remember the history I have seen. I was just a young boy, the horror I couldn't foresee, all the pain that comes with war, and all the scars that will never heal. here in paradise, the price is cheap: young men die for greed. across the ocean, in a land called Vietnam, young men dying is all that it would cost. we were told and proudly believed they would fight to keep us free. here in America. the price is cheap: young men die. for what? my brother, the soldier, is a hero who survived. he would tell the story of men who died without dreams. they fought for men three times their age! the smell of death made his life change. the price of paradise is stained with blood. why? "all pawns and puppets of meat and bones will die for their leaders far from home." these are the men who die very young, afraid to see that their cause is unjust. why couldn't they live for life? not die to survive! learn and teach!