Lyrics Little Boy Soldiers - The Jam, Peter Wilson

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
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 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