Khe Sahn Lyrics - Cold Chisel

I left my heart to the sappers 'round Khe Sahn 

And I sold my soul with my cigarettes, to a black market man 

I've had to Vietnam cold turkey, from the ocean to the silver city 

And it's only other vets could understa-and 

'Bout the long forgotten dockside guarantees 

How there were no V-day heroes in nineteen seventy-three 

How we sailed into Sydney Harbour, I saw an old friend but I couldn't kiss her 

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

She was like so many more from that time on 

Their lives were all so empty, until they'd found there 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 paypackets lean 

And the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had been 

The carparks 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 

I tried to find a place to settle down, where my mixed up life could mend 

I held a job on an oil-rig, a-flyin' choppers when I could 

But the nightlife nearly drove me round the bend 

And I've travelled round the world from year to year-ear-ear 

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 driftin' north to check things out agai-ai-ain 

Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost go-one 

And only seven flyin' hours, till I'll be landin' in Hong Kong 

And there ain't nothin' like the kisses from a jaded Chinese princess 

I'm gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night lo-ong 

Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone-aca 

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