[Verse 1]
I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh
And my soul was sold with my cigarettes
To the black market man
I've had the Vietnam cold turkey
From the ocean to the Silver City
And it's only other vets could understand
[Verse 2]
About the long forgotten dockside guarantees
How there were no V-Day heroes in 1973
How we sailed into Sydney Harbour
Saw an old friend but couldn't kiss her
She was lined, and I was home to the lucky land
[Verse 3]
Well she was like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty
Till they found their chosen one
And their legs were often open
But their minds were always closed
And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains
[Verse 4]
And the legal pads were yellow
Hours long, pay-packets lean
And the telex writers clattered
Where the gunships once had been
But the car parks made me jumpy
And I never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and novocain
I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh
And my soul was sold with my cigarettes
To the black market man
I've had the Vietnam cold turkey
From the ocean to the Silver City
And it's only other vets could understand
[Verse 2]
About the long forgotten dockside guarantees
How there were no V-Day heroes in 1973
How we sailed into Sydney Harbour
Saw an old friend but couldn't kiss her
She was lined, and I was home to the lucky land
[Verse 3]
Well she was like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty
Till they found their chosen one
And their legs were often open
But their minds were always closed
And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains
[Verse 4]
And the legal pads were yellow
Hours long, pay-packets lean
And the telex writers clattered
Where the gunships once had been
But the car parks made me jumpy
And I never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and novocain
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