[ Khe Sahn von Cold Chisel ]


 

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I Left my heart to the sappers round, Khe Sahn.
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And my soul was sold with my cigarettes, to the black market man.
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I've had the Vietnam cold turkey, from the ocean to the silver city 
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And it's only other vets could understand.


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'Bout the long forgotten dockside guarantees,
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How there were no V-day heroes in nineteen seventy-three;
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How we sailed into Sydney Harbour, saw an old friend but I couldn't kiss her.
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She was lined, and I was home to the lucky land


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She was like so many more from that time on
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Their lives were all so empty, till they'd found there chosen one, 
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And their legs were often open, But their minds were always closed,
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And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains


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And the legal pads were yellow, Hours long paypackets lean,
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And the telex writers clattered Where the gunships once had been;
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But the carparks made me jumpy, And I never stopped the dreams,
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Or the growing need for speed and novacaine


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So I worked across the country from end to end
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Tried to find a place to settle down, Where my mixed up life could mend,
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Held a job on an oil-rig, Flying choppers when I could,
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But the nightlife nearly drove me round the bend.


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And I've travelled round the world from year to year,
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And each one found me aimless, One more year the worse for wear,
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And I've been back to South East Asia, And the answer sure ain't there,
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But I'm drifting north, To check things out again.


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Well the last plane of Sydney's almost gone.
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And only seven flying hours, And I'll be landing in Hong Kong.
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And there ain't nothin' like the kisses from a jaded Chinese princess,
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I'm gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long


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Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone.
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You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone. 
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And it's really got me worried, I'm going nowhere and I'm in a hurry.
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You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone.