Khe Sanh sing and play along

I left my heart to the sappers round

Khe Sanh

and my soul was sold 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 could understand

about the long forgotten dockside guarantees,

how there were no

Vday heroes in nineteenseventythree, and how we sailed into Sydney Harbour,

I saw an old friend but I couldn't kiss her.

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,

'til 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, pay packet lean and the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had been and 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.

I held a job on an oilrig,

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 more for wear.

And I've been back to South East Asia,

yeah, but the answer sure ain't there,

but I'm drifting north, to check things out again.

Yeah, the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone,

only seven flying hours and I'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 mattress all night long.

Well, the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone.

You know, 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.

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

Well, the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone.

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

No, it's really got me worried,

I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry.

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