Songtexte Khe Sanh - Live - Cold Chisel

I left my heart to the sappers 'round Khe Sanh
And I sold my soul with my cigarettes to the blackmarket man
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 V-day heroes way back in 1973
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 (come one)

(She) was like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty, until they found their chosen one
And their legs were often open
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
Car parks make 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
Held a job on an oil-rig
Flying choppers when I could
But the nightlife 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 worse for wear
And I've been back to South East Asia
You know the answer sure ain't there
And I'm drifting north, to check things out again
(Come on baby, check it out one time)

Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
And 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 wanna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long

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

The last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
The last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
A-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