Luang Prabang Acordes

	      B                    
When I came back from Luang Prabang  
   A                            B 
I didn't have a thing where my balls used to hang,  
       B 
But I got a wood medal and a fine harangue.  
A                  B 
Now I'm a fucking hero.  

Mourn your dead land of the free!  
If you want to be a hero follow me.  
Mourn your dead land of the free!  
If you want to be a hero follow me.  

And now the boys all envy me:  
I fought for Christian Democracy  
With nothing but air where my balls used to be.  
Now I'm a fucking hero  

Mourn your dead land of the free!  
If you want to be a hero follow me.  
Mourn your dead land of the free!  
If you want to be a hero follow me.  

When one and twenty cannon thunder  
Into the bloody wild blue yonder  
For a patriotic ball-less wonder.  
Now I'm a fucking hero.  

Mourn your dead land of the free!  
If you want to be a hero follow me.  
Mourn your dead land of the free!  
If you want to be a hero follow me.  

In Luang Prabang there is a spot  
Where the corpses of your brothers rot,  
And every corpse is a patriot,  
And every corpse is a hero.  

Mourn your dead land of the free!  
If you want to be a hero follow me.  
Mourn your dead land of the free!  
If you want to be a hero follow me.