Genocide to insecticide

I was belong to the mountain, rivers run down to the sea 
The only place that I call home, ain't no place I'd rather be 
Hear the steam clean from the chimney as the said boats come and go 
Every night on the horizon, you will see that aery glow
All seeing eye and government lies
That little orange agent set Vietnam on fire
Uncle Ray he was a soldier,  done his tours in Vietnam 
A bloody war that holds no reason, sent him home a broken man 
All seeing eye and government lies, that little orange agent set Vietnam on fire
And then the war was finally over and the stock piles obsolete 
Without an ounce of Shame just changed its name to become 245T
And from genocide to insecticide,  they saved the company
I shouldn't really name you 
But fuck you IWD

Blues, funk, house, ambient