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I've got my clipboard, text books

Lead me to the station

Yeah, I'm off to the civil war

I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots

I'm runnin' in the rain

Gonna run till my feet are raw



Slip kid, slip kid, second generation

And I'm a soldier at thirteen

Slip kid, slip kid, realization

There's no easy way to be free

No easy way to be free



It's a hard, hard world



I left my doctor's prescription bungalow behind me

I left the door ajar

I left my vacuum flask

Full of hot tea and sugar

Left the keys right in my car



Slip kid, slip kid, second generation

Only half way up the tree

Slip kid, slip kid, I'm a relation

I'm a soldier at sixty-three

No easy way to be free



Slip kid, slip kid



Keep away old man, you won't fool me

You and your history won't rule me

You might have been a fighter, but admit you failed

I'm not affected by your blackmail

You won't blackmail me



I've got my clipboard, text books

Lead me to the station

Yeah, I'm off to the civil war

I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots

I'm runnin' in the rain

Gonna run till my feet are raw



Slip kid, slip kid, slip out of trouble

Slip over here and set me free

Slip kid, slip kid, second generation

You're slidin down the hill like me

No easy way to be free

No easy way to be free

No easy way to be free