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,
now 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 lullabye,
and tell the 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 beneathe 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 with them - 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.