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Interpret:
Fate S Warning
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| Soldier Boy
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Little soldier, plastic pistol
aiming for the head.
Now you see me, now you dont.
You missed me, youre dead.
Laughing, hiding in the bushes,
scatter for your life.
Little soldier tripped and fell,
get him with your knife.
Electric eye is loaded,
it shows them its okay to kill.
They eventually will.
Mother calls you in for lunch,
put the war on hold.
Too rough to play with other kids,
how many times youve been told.
Laugh at pain its silly.
Hed make the soldiers bleed.
Break the flesh, twist the bone,
bring them to their knees.
You dont throw stick and stone,
you leave the little girls alone she said, leave them
alone.
First sight of blood at ten,
fell off the swing and cracked his head, its all red.
A still and quiet conscience,
regardless of their doom,
The victims play, theyre on their way,
Soldier Boy.
No sense they have, of ills to come.
Nor care beyond ills of today,
theyve lost their way, Soldier Boy.
Playgrounds into battle fields,
diapers into greens and stripes,
Mold plastic into steel, the war is real,
the solders fight tonight.
Little solder falls once more,
sees red glow like the sun.
Mother calls him back to
Arlington, in Washington.
You dont throw stick and stone,
you leave the little girls alone she said, leave them
alone.
First sight of blood at ten,
fell off the swing and cracked his head, its all red.
A still and quiet conscience,
regardless of their doom,
The victims play, theyre on their way,
Soldier Boy.
No sense they have, of ills to come.
Nor care beyond ills of today,
theyve lost their way, Soldier Boy.
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09.Oct.2001 13:10:24 |
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01.Jan.1970 01:01:00 |
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