Christmas Eve in the gutter
My heart was a flutter
Saw the face of my mother
Back in Vietnam
I was broken and wasted
The fresh air I tasted
Blew in and erased
All the bullets and bombs
I woke up so thirsty
Blinded by fury
I ran in no hurry
To empty my guts
And I fell to my knees
I begged and I pleaded
This blood for no reason
This treason, these cuts
And I leapt to my bath love
For no one up above
Could hear the crushing of
My bones and my soul
I went to sleep worried
These dreams would come hurried
When judges and jury
Send me to the hole
Christmas Eve in the gutter
My heart was a flutter
Saw the face of my mother
Back in Vietnam
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