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Jam - Little Boy Soldiers Lyrics




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 f*cking 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.
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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 f*cking 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.
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Writer: Paul John Weller
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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