The Jam – Little Boy Soldiers
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 don’t listen,
These days I find that we’re out of touch,
These days I find that I’m too busy,
So why the attention now you want my assistance –
What have you done for me.
You’ve gone and got yourself in trouble,
No you want me to help you out.
These days I find that I can’t be bothered,
These days I find that its all too much,
To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger,
But I’ve got no choice so here I come – war games.
I’m up on the hills, playing little boy soldiers,
Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30.
Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives,
You’re one of us and we love you for that.
Think of honour, Queen and country,
You’re a blessed son of the British Empire,
God’s on our side and so is Washington.
Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers.
Come on outside – I’ll 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 don’t feel bad.
It was done beneath the flag of democracy,
You’ll believe and I do – yes I do – yes I do –
yes I do –
These days I find that I can’t be bothered,
To argue withthem well what’s 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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