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When the Hunter Becomes Hunted

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Hell, yeah...
Going back to Vietnam again
Searching for ghosts and old news
I'm standing in the Saigon rain
Wonderin' which lens that I used

Oh yeah, what can you tell from a photograph?
Oh yeah, how do you know when to cry or laugh?

Ho Chi Minh City is now it's name
Pot holed battered abused
A waste of life for little gain
An airfield overgrown and disused

Oh yeah, what can you tell from a photograph?
Oh yeah, how do you know when to cry or laugh?

When the hunter
Becomes the hunted,
When the hunter
Becomes the hunted

Ah yeah...
Hell yeah...

Aaaaaaah...
The camera's silent it waits in vain
Focused and ready to use
This limbless child does have a name
Agent orange? I thought that you knew

Oh yeah, what can you tell from a photograph?
Oh yeah, how do you know when to cry or laugh?

When the hunter
Becomes the hunted
When the hunter
Becomes the hunted
(repeat) Ah Yeah...Ah Yeah...
When the hunter
Becomes the hunted
When the hunter
Becomes the hunted
(repeat) Ah Yeah...



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