Cold Chisel Khe Sahn Lyrics

Khe Sahn Lyrics

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