Lletres:
Soldiers

and so is Washington Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers Come up on the hills with the little boy soldiers Come out on the hills by little boy soldiers

Eighteen soldiers, five days away Caged in silence, lying awake Ragged tirades are dead at the stake Raging sirens but nobody pays We got nothing but

We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win But the battle wages on for toy soldiers I'm supposed to be the soldier who

already necessary.... [Chorus x2: Paris] What they say, You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah Straight Hard Truth Soldier Believe, You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah Straight Hard Truth Soldier

is for the soldiers Whoah, yeah, this is for the soldiers Whoah, yeah, this is for the soldiers Our soldiers, let?s go Whoah, yeah, this is for the soldiers

Now really if you want savage cruel and rough. Don?t mind digging like a dog While my clothes are off Demeaning with these bands I?m dining the straight

Little Johnny dressed up for his California summer night Lookin' prim and proper in his fancy suit, shirt and tie. Raised to be a perfect child Oh how

s my question, listen clear Where my soldiers (Right here) Say hey If you know you keep it tight Say hey Where my soldiers at (Right here) All my people in the place Where my soldiers

He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy His voice was low with pain I'll do your bidding, comrade mine If I ride back again But if you ride back and I am