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Jam - Little Boy Soldiers
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Its funny how you never knew what my name was, Our only contact was a form for the election. These days I find that you dont listen, These days I find that were out of touch, These days I find that Im too busy, So why the attention now you want my assistance - What have you done for me. Youve gone and got yourself in trouble, No you want me to help you out. These days I find that I cant be bothered, These days I find that its all too much, To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger, But Ive got no choice so here I come - war games. Im up on the hills, playing little boy soldiers, Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30. Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives, Youre one of us and we love you for that. Think of honour, queen and country, Youre a blessed son of the british empire, Gods on our side and so is washington. Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers. Come on outside - Ill sing you a lullaby, Or tell a tale of how goodness prevailed. We ruled the world - we killed and robbed, The fucking lot - but we dont feel bad. It was done beneath the flag of democracy, Youll believe and I do - yes I do - yes I do - Yes I do - These days I find that I cant be bothered, To argue withthem well whats the point, Better to take your shots and drop down dead, Then they send you home in a pine overcoat With a letter to your mum Saying find enclosed one son - one medal and a note - To say he won.
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