Xmas In February

Sam was lyin' in the jungleAgent orange spread against the sky like marmaladeHendrix played on some foreign jukeboxThey were praying to be savedThose gooks were fierce and fearlessThat's the price you pay when you invadeXmas in februarySam lost his arm in some border townHis fingers are mixed with someone's cropIf he didn't have that opium to smokeThe pain would never ever stopHalf his friends are stuffed into black body bagsWith their names printed at the topXmas in februarySammy was a short order cookIn a short order black and blue collar townEverybody worked the steel millBut the steel mill got closed downHe thought if he joined the armyHe'd have a future that was soundLike no xmas in februarySam's staring at the vietnam wallIt's been a while now that he's homeHis wife and kid have left, he's unemployedHe's a reminder of the war that wasn't wonHe's the guy on the street with the sign that reads"please help send this vet home"But he is homeAnd there's no xmas in februaryNo matter how much he saves