When The Hunter Becomes The 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

(2x)

Ah Yeah...Ah Yeah... When the hunter becomes the hunted

When the hunter becomes the hunted (2x)

Ah Yeah...