Vietnam
Lars Frederiksen and the Bastards
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 their 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 and some pull scams
But I'm just doing the best I can
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
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
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
Go!
Running the streets of Birmingham
Running the streets of Birmingham
25 years since Vietnam
I'm running the streets of Birmingham
Running the streets of Birmingham
I'm running the streets of Birmingham
25 years since Vietnam
I'm running the streets of Birmingham
I said, I'm running the streets of Birmingham
Running the streets of Birmingham
25 years since Vietnam
I'm running the streets of Birmingham
I'm running the streets of Birmingham
Running the streets of Birmingham
25 years since Vietnam
Running the streets of Birmingham
I'm running
Yeah, I'm running
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