Here we go Yaaaaaaaa Father passed out again Passed out on the couch again I left him at an early age I had to get far away America where you from Left his heart in Saigon The war forgot him long ago He did not forget the war he did not let go This time I got my gun up I got new regulations And no ones getting through New regulations Father went out again Out on the streets again His full bag full of hate Some times I feel the same With the bottle of misery I took the father in front of me Sensitive or so he said But he keeps on talking This time I got my gun up I got new regulations And nothings getting through New regulations Ya This time I got my gun up I got new regulations And nothings getting through New regulations This time I got my gun up I got new regulations And nothings getting through New regulations