STEVE LIEBERMAN, THE GANGSTA RABBIWE WERE BORN BETWEEN THE WARS Retro Rock

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STEVE LIEBERMAN ALL EVERYTHING

When I was born, Viet-Nam was just another place On the globe’s Eastern face- With a brand-new 3rd Race. But the Tet Offensive struck in my 5th grade: In junior high, the Cambodia raid They were still there at the end of the decade- What did Nixon say? We shout out ,”Bring the Boys Back Home! We must stop this war.” In our local schoolyard protest Each year, louder than before— We were born-between the wars. We were born-between the wars In a rare time of peace on our shores. We were too young for Viet-Nam Too old for Desert Storm. We were born-between the wars. Saigon fell in the spring of ‘75 Some of my older friends-in this war-they had died And the people spit on our boys coming home from the war In their wheelchairs, their madness and all the gore Yet each one was a hero—of this tragic war. When my dad was born, Germany was an evil place No f-ckin’master race But a global f-ckin’disgrace. He was just 14 in 1943 15 in the Invasion of Normandie 16 in the Reichschancellry Roosevelt said we’ll be here til ‘48—we have to stop the hate. Then there were no protest cause the war was just The Nazis were so evil-numbered as the dust In the Allied powers we trust My dad would have been there to even the score But he was born-between the wars. He was born between the wars With a fragile peace felt at the core. To old for world wars 1 and 2 In the postwar economic boom

When I was born, Viet-Nam was just another place On the globe’s Eastern face- With a brand-new 3rd Race. But the Tet Offensive struck in my 5th grade: In junior high, the Cambodia raid They were still there at the end of the decade- What did Nixon say? We shout out ,”Bring the Boys Back Home! We must stop this war.” In our local schoolyard protest Each year, louder than before— We were born-between the wars. We were born-between the wars In a rare time of peace on our shores. We were too young for Viet-Nam Too old for Desert Storm. We were born-between the wars. Saigon fell in the spring of ‘75 Some of my older friends-in this war-they had died And the people spit on our boys coming home from the war In their wheelchairs, their madness and all the gore Yet each one was a hero—of this tragic war. When my dad was born, Germany was an evil place No f-ckin’master race But a global f-ckin’disgrace. He was just 14 in 1943 15 in the Invasion of Normandie 16 in the Reichschancellry Roosevelt said we’ll be here til ‘48—we have to stop the hate. Then there were no protest cause the war was just The Nazis were so evil-numbered as the dust In the Allied powers we trust My dad would have been there to even the score But he was born-between the wars. He was born between the wars With a fragile peace felt at the core. To old for world wars 1 and 2 In the postwar economic boom x

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