Sam was lyin' in the jungle   Agent orange spread against the sky like marmalade   Hendrix played on some foreign jukebox   They were praying to be saved   Those gooks were fierce and fearless   That's the price you pay when you invade   Xmas in february      Sam lost his arm in some border town   His fingers are mixed with someone's crop   If he didn't have that opium to smoke   The pain would never ever stop   Half his friends are stuffed into black body bags   With their names printed at the top   Xmas in february      Sammy was a short order cook   In a short order black and blue collar town   Everybody worked the steel mill   But the steel mill got closed down   He thought if he joined the army   He'd have a future that was sound   Like no xmas in february      Sam's staring at the vietnam wall   It's been a while now that he's home   His wife and kid have left, he's unemployed   He's a reminder of the war that wasn't won   He's the guy on the street with the sign that reads   "please help send this vet home"   But he is home   And there's no xmas in february   No matter how much he saves