Flowers of evil

Pappalardi-Rea-West

Oh can you tell me Oh how the joy

Passed from his childhood That's not my boy

I see he's finished, he's run his race

We're not his family that's not his face

We taught him well And from his youth

He knew he always Must know the truth

He left his country to go to war

When he returned, he'd found we closed the door

Chorus

But we never dreamed when he was leaving

That he would taste the flowers of evil

I know his habit was not so bad

When for fifty dollars it could be had

But now he' home to his promised land

And what he needs got to cost a Grand

When he'd been home for six month's time

My son he told me, he'd made up his mind

He's re-enlisted for three years more

It's too expensive to stop this war

Oh can you tell me Oh how the joy

Passed from his childhood That's not my boy

He's re-enlisted for three years more

Is the price of peace worth the price of war?