Flowers of Evil

Oh can you tell me
 Oh how the joy
 Passed from his childhood
 That's not my boy
 I see he's finished
 He's run his race
 We're not his family
 That's not his face
 We taught him well
 And from his youth
 He knew he always
 Must know the truth
 He left his country
 To go to war
 When he returned
 He'd found we closed the door
 But we never dreamed when he was leaving
 That he would taste the flowers of evil
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 I know his habit was not so bad
 When for fifty dollars it could be had
 But now he' home to his promised land
 And what he needs got to cost a Grand
 When he'd been home for six month's time
 My son he told me, he'd made up his mind
 He's re-enlisted for three years more
 It's too expensive to stop this war
 But we never dreamed when he was leaving
 That he would taste the flowers of evil
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 Oh can you tell me
 Oh how the joy
 Passed from his childhood
 That's not my boy
 He's re-enlisted for three years more
 Is the price of peace worth the price of war?
 Is the price of peace worth the price of war?
 Is the price of peace worth the price of war?
 Is the price of peace worth the price of war?