Cold Chisel - Khe Sanh - Sözleri

I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh 

And my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the blackmarket man 

I've 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 in 1973 

How we sailed into Sydney Harbour 

I saw an old friend but couldn't kiss her 

And she was lined, and I was home to a lucky land 



She was like so many more from that time on 

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, paypacket 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 novacaine 



So I worked across the country from end to end 

Tried to find a place to settle down, 

Where my mixed up life could mend 

Held a job on an oil-rig 

Flying choppers when I could 

But the nightlife nearly drove me round the bend 



And I've travelled round the 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 

But I'm drifting north, to check things out again 



You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone 

Only seven flying hours, and I'll be landing in Hong Kong 

There ain't nothing like the kisses 

From a jaded Chinese princess 

I'm gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long 



Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone 

Yeah 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 

And the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone 

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