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 sh** 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