Lyrics

              When I came back from Vietnam 
              With only one leg on which to stand
              I got a service medal in a hangin’ frame 
              Thought I was an ANZAC Hero 
              
              Back home no one seemed to care 
              ‘Bout the things we had to do out there
              They spat at me in my wheel chair 
              Didn't feel like an ANZAC hero 
 
              I saw my mates die on patrol
              I never new who was in control
              Fired my gun when I was told
              Tried to be an ANZAC hero 
 
              We were there to kill VC
              We were spreading democracy
              We were trying to set them free
              Not become an ANZAC Hero 
 
              We burned a village to the ground
              The screaming made an awful sound
              My M16 it cut them down 
              Then I cried like an ANZAC Hero
 
             Mourn your dead lucky country
             I bet you don’t remember me
             You sent me off to war I was nineteen
             And until this day …………
             It’s never made any sense to me 
 
             I couldn't get to sleep at night
             The flames they dance in my gun sight
             Doctor said I'd be alright 
             Try to act like an ANZAC hero
 
              I survived that Asian hell
              The things I did I'm ashamed to tell
              They let me join their RSL 
              Now I drink like an ANZAC hero 
 
              I guess it runs in the family 
              My grandad fought at Gallipoli
              His blood it stained the rosemary 
              He become an ANZAC hero
 
              They let me march in their ANZAC parade
              But I can't make it all that way 
              So I get pushed by my comrades
              And I wave like an ANZAC hero
 
              In 87 you welcomed us home 
              Now I don’t feel so quite alone 
              But why did you wait so bloody long 
              To call me an ANZAC hero
 
              I haven’t had all that much to say 
             Since the chopper came took me away
             Lost more than my leg that day
             To become an ANZAC hero
 
            Mourn your dead lucky country
            I bet you don’t remember me
            You sent me off to war I was nineteen ……..
 
            Mourn your dead lucky country
            I bet you don’t remember me
            You sent me off to war I was nineteen
            And until this day …………
            It’s never made any sense to me 
  
            When I came back from Vietnam 
            With only one leg on which to stand
            I got a service medal in a hangin’ frame 
            Thought I was an ANZAC Hero