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Little Soldiers
Lonely boy joined the army back in '65 Only wanted to take with him his childhood skies Lonely boy stole the moonlight from his baby's eyes Lonely boy held a picture of his old hometown He's crying on and on and on and on his baby's name From Saigon swamps to Washington Wind could hear him say
The guns are speaking their killing language These words can't clean my blood-stained bandage My little Harry please, hear your daddy Throw your tin soldiers there ain't no war games
Lonely boy in 1971 came back home Voices said “matriculation number 31” His hair's gone grey with surrendered bodies lyin' dead His eyes were red for all the blood they saw in Vietnam He's calling on and on and on his baby's name The guns are speaking their killing language These words can't clean my blood-stained bandage もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com My little Harry please, hear your daddy Throw your tin soldiers there ain't no war games
Red tinted postcards from hell around us He said “rather lose than let those victims mourn at my feet” There ain't no winners there ain't no medals He killed a man, then Mr., what's the gain?
The guns are speaking their killing language These words can't clean my blood-stained bandage My little Harry please, hear your daddy Throw your tin soldiers there ain't no war games
Lonely boy tucked the baby up at night in bed Whispering “Sleep, little Harry, Your tin soldiers aren't dead” They aren't dead
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