Lyrics:

I left my heart to the sappers round khe sahn And i sold my soul with my cigarettes to the black market man I've had the vietnam cold turkey from the ocean to the silver city And it's only other vets can understand About the long forgotten dock side guarantee How there were no v-day heros in 1973 And how we sailed into sydney harbour i saw an old friend but i couldn't kiss her We were lined and i was home to the lucky land We were like so many more from that time on Their lives were all so empty 'till they found their chosen one And their legs were often open but their minds were always closed And their hearts were held in fast surburban chains. The legal pads were yellow hours long pay packet lean And the telex-writers clattered where the gun ships once had been And carparks made me jumpy, but i never stopped the dream for the growing need of speed and novacaine. So i worked across the country from end to end Trying to find a place to settle down where my mixed up life could end Held a job on an oil rig, flying choppers when i could But the night life nearly drove me round the bend. And i travelled round the world from year to year Each one found me aimless one more year the worst for ware 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 Well the last plane out of sydney's almost gone In 7 flying hours we'll be landing in Hong Kong And there ain't nothing like the kisses from a jaded chinese princess I'm gonna hit some Hong Kong matress all night long Well the last plane out of sydney's almost gone Well the last plane out of sydney's almost gone And it's really got me worried I'm going nowhere and