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 it's 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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