كلمات When the Hunter Becomes Hunted

Hell, yeah...Going back to Vietnam again, searching for ghosts and old news I'm standing in the Saigon rain wonderin' which lens that I used Oh yeah, what can you tell from a photograph? Oh yeah, how do you know When to cry or laugh? Ho Chi Minh City is now it's name Pot holed battered abused a waste of life for little gain An airfield overgrown and disused Oh yeah, what can you tell from a photograph? Oh yeah, how do you know when to cry or laugh? When the hunter becomes the hunted, when the hunter becomes the hunted Ah yeah... Hell yeah... Aaaaaaah... The camera's silent it waits in vain focused and ready to use This limbless child does have a name Agent orange? I thought that you knew Oh yeah, what can you tell from a photograph? Oh yeah, how do you know when to cry or laugh? When the hunter becomes the hunted, when the hunter becomes the hunted (repeat) Ah Yeah...Ah Yeah... When the hunter becomes the hunted When the hunter becomes the hunted (repeat) Ah Yeah...