He wakes up screaming
He wakes up screaming
He wakes up

He wakes up in a cold sweat
He dreams he's going to get a letter in the post
Telling him he's been called up again

They're calling up the national guard
They'll send him back
Send him back

Back to Vietnam
Back to Vietnam


He's running in the jungle
He's running with a bayonet
With a machine gun

And he's wild on LSD
The enemy
He can't see them

But he knows they're there
He's aware
And all around

He hears gunfire
He's caught on fire
He's so frightened

He wakes up screaming
He wakes up screaming


He dreads the day
A letter in the post
Telling him they're calling back the national guard

They'll send him back
Send him back
Send him back

Back to Vietnam

They're bringing back conscription

They're going to give everyone over seventeen a gun
And the housewhife in the kitchen
All she can think of

Is what to give her husband for tea
But he won't be back


Do we have to go through it all again?
It's all the same: Vietnam, Korea
First World War, Argentina, Falkland Islands

Another war, what is it for?

Now he's in a home

For Vietnam refugees
He's frightened
He's in an institution

He's in a wheelchair

War is the last creative act

I thought we might of learned some lesson

Richard Nixon on Channel Eleven

I heard it first
Happy birthday, happy Christmas
Guns go bang bang