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