On a late Tuesday afternoon The sun shone grey in the Massachusetts sky Red walked into his living room Found his mother with a tear in her eye Times have changed, or so it seemed Boys became men at the age of seventeen Red was one of those, oh you know What choice did they have other than to go? So they went one by one They found no comfort from that Vietnam sun They wiped the sweat and blood from their face And all they wondered when to find their saving grace Each and every day you know they watched their brothers fall They drink heavy at night and try to forget it all Didn't know if they would rather be alive or dead? Oh this is the story of a man named Red Telling tales of darkness No legless man is harmless Heartlessly described by a gun Oh I can smell the gunpowder The quiet cries getting louder All this pain echoes in his head This is the story of a man named Red He walks the streets alone now He can't quite understand how He was the one to make it home He came out just as he went in Oh no, no, no if you could only see within He lies awake and looks at his wife Motionless and helpless She has never felt this so but she knows what it's like Living with these emotions each and every day he still hears the orders calling calling, "Fire away!" Yeah, yeah, no.. Taken by the government yeah, no One by one they went But they didnt come back Well I'm telling tales of darkness No legless man is harmless Heartlessly described by a gun Oh I can smell the gunpowder The quiet cries getting louder All this pain echoes in his head This is the story of a man named Red The story of a man named Red Well they couldn't have resisted I guess the government insisted, yea That their new best friends, oh that their new friends Should die in their arms, die in their arms, yea Oh no...