LITTLE BOY SOLDIERS - Paul Weller



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 lullabye,

And tell the 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 beneathe 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 with them - 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