The men in the bird want to play war      They have zoned us north and south   By day they roam in hunting packs   Invincible green giants strong?   At night we cut them to pieces   They just run away, screaming      Wretched death to all invaders   Primitive instinct supreme   Their filthy lies mean nothing here      They are our playthings, on and on   Suppression and domination   Oppress for local control      Conflict of radical arms   Inner opposing forces   Combined with a massive assault   The ultimate alarm   Execute, no mercy      They will suffer at land, sea and in the air   They die      At home, they pray for it to soon be over      Hail Tet!      Them men in the birds fall from the skies      Disgraced, they leave our ravaged land   We will make their pain last   We will never surrender, never retreat   We dare them to come back      Wretched death to all invaders   Primitive instinct supreme   Their filthy lies mean nothing here      They are our playthings, on and on   Suppression and domination   Oppress for local control      Conflict of radical arms   Inner opposing forces   Combined with a massive assault   The ultimate alarm   Execute, no mercy