My Own Private Vietnam

Land down under the odd lights, love
Something you used to see
Has crawled on your arm
Then froze in your palm
Then you start your fuss with me
I conjure up a demon
That splits my grace in two
It plays the lotto, only wins the bingo
Then it leads all ladies to dine
In my own private Vietnam
My own private Vietnam
Drunk walks and drunk talks
Drunk liver’s getting weak
Drunk talks then drunk sleeps
His canals are starting to leak
Splish splash goes the whiplash
It splits my face in two
There’s one half for daddy, and one half for you
And the rest I’m selling as spam
In my own private Vietnam
My own private Vietnam
Drunk walks and drunk talks
Drunk falls down in a pit
Drunk talks then drunk sleeps
I’m so tired of this shit
So start your fuss with me now, love
Just start your fuss with me