flowers of evil

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, 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?