Sam was lyin in the jungle Agent orange spread against the sky like marmalade Hendrix played on some foreign jukebox They were praying to be saved Those gooks were fierce and fearless Thats the price you pay when you invade Xmas in february Sam lost his arm in some border town His fingers are mixed with someones crop If he didnt have that opium to smoke The pain would never ever stop Half his friends are stuffed into black body bags With their names printed at the top Xmas in february Sammy was a short order cook In a short order black and blue collar town Everybody worked the steel mill But the steel mill got closed down He thought if he joined the army Hed have a future that was sound Like no xmas in february Sams staring at the vietnam wall Its been a while now that hes home His wife and kid have left, hes unemployed Hes a reminder of the war that wasnt won Hes the guy on the street with the sign that reads please help send this vet home But he is home And theres no xmas in february No matter how much he saves
Posted on: Thu, 30 Oct 2014 22:38:32 +0000