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 were out of touch,
These days I find that I'm too busy,
So why the attention now you want my a**istance,
What have you done for me. You've gone and got yourself in trouble,
No 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 k** the natives,
You're one of us and we love you for that. Think of honor, queen and country,
You're 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, I'll sing you a lullaby,
Or tell a tale of how goodness prevailed. We ruled the world, we k**ed and robbed,
The f**ing lot, but we don't feel bad. It was done beneath 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.