Khe Sanh - Live
It's a tutu
I left my heart to the sappers 'round Khe Sanh
And I sold my soul with my cigarettes to the black market man
I had the Vietnam cold turkey
From the ocean to the Silver City
And it's only other vets could understand
About the long forgotten dockside guarantees
How there were no V-day heroes, way back in 1973
And how we sailed into Sydney Harbour
I saw an old friend but I couldn't kiss her
She was lined, and I was home to the lucky land (hit it)
She was like so many more from that time on
Oh their lives were all so empty, until 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
And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, pay packets lean
The telex writers clattered where the conflict once had been
And car parks make me jump
And I never stop the dream
Or the growing need for speed and novacaine
Hey, I worked across the country from end to end
I tried to find a place to settle down, where my mixed up life could mend
I held a job on an oil-rig
Flying choppers when I could
But the nightlife nearly drove me 'round the bend, yeah
And I travelled 'round this world from year to year
And each one found me aimless, one more year the worse for wear
And I've been back to South East Asia
You know the answer sure ain't there
And I'm drifting north, to check things out again (check it out one time, come on, yeah)
Here we go, hey
Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
And only seven flying hours, and I'll be landing in Hong Kong
And there ain't nothing like the kisses
From a jaded Chinese princess
I wanna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long
Hey, I said the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone, yes it is
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
And it's really got me worried
I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone, come on, yeah
I said the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone, oh yeah
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
It's really got me worried
I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone, oh yeah
Ooh
I left my heart to the sappers 'round Khe Sanh
And I sold my soul with my cigarettes to the black market man
I had the Vietnam cold turkey
From the ocean to the Silver City
And it's only other vets could understand
About the long forgotten dockside guarantees
How there were no V-day heroes, way back in 1973
And how we sailed into Sydney Harbour
I saw an old friend but I couldn't kiss her
She was lined, and I was home to the lucky land (hit it)
She was like so many more from that time on
Oh their lives were all so empty, until 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
And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, pay packets lean
The telex writers clattered where the conflict once had been
And car parks make me jump
And I never stop the dream
Or the growing need for speed and novacaine
Hey, I worked across the country from end to end
I tried to find a place to settle down, where my mixed up life could mend
I held a job on an oil-rig
Flying choppers when I could
But the nightlife nearly drove me 'round the bend, yeah
And I travelled 'round this world from year to year
And each one found me aimless, one more year the worse for wear
And I've been back to South East Asia
You know the answer sure ain't there
And I'm drifting north, to check things out again (check it out one time, come on, yeah)
Here we go, hey
Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
And only seven flying hours, and I'll be landing in Hong Kong
And there ain't nothing like the kisses
From a jaded Chinese princess
I wanna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long
Hey, I said the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone, yes it is
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
And it's really got me worried
I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone, come on, yeah
I said the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone, oh yeah
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
It's really got me worried
I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone, oh yeah
Ooh
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Writer(s): Donald Walker
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