| Captain Collier came home, he’s been fighting the war |
| And I guess he thought he’d be hailed as a hero and more |
| And he walked down the streets of the old home town |
| And he saw how it is around here now |
| Now Captain Collier had to call |
| Far too many girls for a date that night |
| All the girls had gone out |
| With their long haired boys. Captain Collier, he cried |
| «What the hell have I been fighting for?» |
| Oh, Captain it’s for you |
| We wanna bring you home |
| We wanna hold you in our arms |
| Come back and keep us warm |
| P.F.C. Mannie Stein |
| Had been drafted and gone |
| He’d been told that only cowards say no |
| He came home and called some old friends |
| They’d resisted the draft |
| And they both were in prison |
| And their wives and their kids |
| Were all skinny and having a bad time |
| And P.F.C Stein |
| He remembered the men |
| Called political prisoners you know where and when |
| And he learned that the lines are tapped all the time now |
| And he’s wondering if maybe his courage is needed at home now |
| Yes soldier we’re afraid |
| We’re not just bein' fools |
| We’re gassed and beaten here at home |
| We’ve got to change the rules |
| Corp’ral Thomas McCann |
| Is a three year marine |
| Someone told him he’d better join up |
| It would would make him a man |
| He came home and to the park he went |
| And he sat down on a bench |
| And a dungaree girl told him he’d been a man all along |
| And he looked at the sign that she carried in her hand |
| It said «Fuck the war and bring our brothers home» |
| And corp’ral McCann he looks into her eyes |
| And I believe that he’s begun to understand |
| Oh soldier, It’s for you |
| We formed our little bands |
| The politicians and the magazines |
| They just don’t understand |
| Yes, soldier it’s for you |
| We’re riskin' all we have |
| We’re nailed and jailed the same as you |
| Our lives are up for grabs |
| Yes soldier it’s for you |
| We want to bring you home |
| We wanna hold you in our arms |
| Come back and keep us warm |
| Her bring our brother home, (repeat) |