Little Boy Soldiers — текст песни (jam)

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.