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 dont listen,

These days I find that were out of touch,

These days I find that Im too busy,

So why the attention now you want my assistance -

What have you done for me.



Youve gone and got yourself in trouble,

No you want me to help you out.



These days I find that I cant be bothered,

These days I find that its all too much,

To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger,

But Ive got no choice so here I come - war games.



Im up on the hills, playing little boy soldiers,

Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30.

Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives,

Youre one of us and we love you for that.



Think of honour, queen and country,

Youre a blessed son of the british empire,

Gods on our side and so is washington.



Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers.



Come on outside - Ill 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 dont feel bad.



It was done beneath the flag of democracy,

Youll believe and I do - yes I do - yes I do -

Yes I do -



These days I find that I cant be bothered,

To argue withthem well whats 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.