When I came back from Saigon
Everyone turned their head
No one put their hand out
No one shared their bread
I lost my wife, I lost my job, I lost my brother too
Blue collar kids got nothing to do with it
Nightmares of jungles and M-16`s
Hippies give me shit in my army greens
Now I`m running the streets of Birmingham
25 years since Vietnam
Some pull jobs some pull scams
But I`m just doing the best I can
Well it`s very hard to realize that there`s no love no more
The day I got on the plane was the day that I left the war
Arrived in Heatheron on a red eye flight
Down Kellet road I scored for the night
I took the tube through London town
When I woke up I was on mid land ground
Running the streets of Birmingham
25 years since Vietnam
Some pull jobs and some pull scams
But I`m just doing the best I can.
Vietnam... Vietnam... Vietnam