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.