| LITTLE BOY SOLDIERS — Paul Weller
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| Its funny how you never knew what my name was,
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| Our only contact was a form for the election.
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| These days I find that you don’t listen,
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| These days I find that we’re out of touch,
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| These days I find that I’m too busy,
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| So why the attention now you want my assistance —
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| what have you done for me?
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| You’ve gone and got yourself in trouble,
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| Now you want me to help you out.
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| These days I find that I can’t be bothered,
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| These days I find that its all too much,
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| To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger,
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| But I’ve got no choice so here I come — war games.
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| I’m up on the hills playing little boy soldiers,
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| Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30.
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| Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives,
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| You’re one of us and we love you for that.
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| Think of honour, Queen and country.
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| You’re a blessed son of the British Empire,
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| God’s on our side and so is Washington.
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| Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers.
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| Come on outside — I’ll sing you a lullabye,
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| And tell the tale of how goodness prevailed.
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| We ruled the world — we killed and robbed,
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| The fucking lot — but we don’t feel bad.
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| It was done beneathe the flag of democracy,
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| You’ll believe — and I do, yes I do — yes I do —
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| Yes I do —
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| These days I find that I can’t be bothered,
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| To argue with them — well, what’s the point?
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| Better to take your shots and drop down dead,
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| then they send you home in a pine overcoat.
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| With a letter to your mum
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| Saying 'find enclosed one son, one medal'- and a note to say he won. |