Young boy soldier's got everything he needs

He's got a gun on his shoulder

and a badge on his sleeve

He's got boots and grenades

and knitted mittens that his mother made him



Hey boy watcha' doin' out here?

You look a little squeemish

and you're so full of fear

You're too young to die

in a war full of questions

whose answer is why



Tin soldier

Tin man



Enemy soldier's got everything he needs

He slips a gun on his shoulder

as he bows to his knees

He ain't afraid to die

For his government he'd give his life



Hey boy watcha' doin' out there?

You're running like a madman

with a wild-eyed stare

So you're afraid of nothin'

Well step inside these boots

and I'll show you something



You're a tin soldier

Tin man



"Attention!!!

It's off to battle for you boys

Let's show'em what we're made of!

Let's teach'em about democracy

and our way of thinking

Yep, let's kick some ass out there boys

Show them bastards what freedom's all about!"



Yep, that's America



I wanna go home

I wanna go home sweet home

Where I know who and what I'm fighting for

Where I know who's a friend

and who to avoid

Where I know what I'm doing

and why I'm doing it



So what the hell am I doing out here