"Good evening ′ I'm Ross Symons, with the news from ABC A record profit′s been announced by the Board of BHP In the second cricket test in Perth, the Aussies face defeat Whilst the drought in Western New South Wales Means dearer cuts of meat And our special correspondent in Saigon Says three Australian soldiers have died in Vietnam
The special correspondent sat in a Saigon bar With the help of Johnny Walker he pushed away the war And questions with no answers that had rattled round his head Had lost their urgent clarity and were faded round the edge Thought tomorrow they'd again be sharp and clear Tonight they had been lost amongst the bar girls and the beer
Ask a silly question, like why the heel we're here Learning how to live with death, suffering and fear, War′s a game for soldiers; it′s not for men like you. Is there something that you have to find Or something you must prove Or are you hooked upon the adrenaline That living on the edge of dying brings
But here you are in Vietnam; you're a long way from home Doing what you′re paid to do, the best way that you can Objectively you watch the war, never taking sides And what you feel, what you really feel, is hidden deep inside You're not being paid to moralize, And anyway, a can lose his reason asking why.
And if you ever get back home, you′ll never be the same The man that was before Vietnam can never be again, But in ten years when you look back to weigh and count the cost, Perhaps you'll find that Vietnam gave you back more than you lost And from it, if you learn nothing else, Perhaps you may get to know yourself.
Roll up, roll up and see the show, TV soldiers in a row Hear them laugh, hear them cry, watch them run, see them die It′s not in color, but that's all right War's better viewed in black and white White for us and black for them With no gray shadows in between.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
