Three million and one new shades of grey   And the earth will spin and the clouds, and the clouds will fade   An open glass of milk in the midday sun   The kids on the street and dad has got his... got his gun      Nothing good as pride and red white, and blue   W.A.S.P. and nothing less to speak to   He wants to cull and prune this new crude pack   And wherever they’re from he wants to send them... send them back      Hold onto pride inside of you    Convey a peace in servitude   We have been holding out so long   But your pulse has grown so faint    A life choice that was not what it seemed    How warfare was cruel and so obscene    A witness of acts to scare your sleep    When it’s not your fault       Four seasons, the only reason   Viet vet is so ashamed    Four seasons, the only reason   Memories they have to fade      Four seasons, the only reason   Viet vet is so ashamed   Four seasons, the only reason   Memories they have to fade