(words and music by Mr. Brett)



all good soldiers crack like boulders

The sun climbs up to a razon,

violins, new boots, and numbers on a chain

All good soldiers

all good soldiers fall in line

when they march and shout-

are a spectacle

marching and singing-

will go abnywhere the president says-

because the president believes in god-

like all good soldiers wait like warheads-

When the fighting starts who will

be accountable, a cannibal, a cannoball

It's six A.M. I can see my breath

and the clay dirt

is laughing at the weekling boy-

today is the day

that I'll write my friends

its something I've been

trying to remenber-

I had a dream of a wall

that was twenty-one stories tall...

All good soldiers fall in line

when they march and shout-

are a respectable

marching and signing-

will go anywhere the president says-

because the president believes in god-

like all good soldiers should