Tin Soldier
With your feet six inches off the ground
So damn happy that you finally found
Your calling-your style
You made it into west point daddy had pull
Yes sir no sir three bags full
We're rolling in the aisles
You missed the big one that's okay
Now you've got your chance to play soldier
Little tin soldier
Don't worry 'bout hell 'cause you've already been
Down to the well come back again
Converted, alive
The sandbox rules still get you through
Do unto others 'fore they do unto you
You learned that when you were five
The toys get bigger but the game don't change
The work gets wetter on the firing range
Soldier, little tin soldier
What you gonna do when there's nobody left to fight
What you gonna take to get you through the night
What you gonna do when there's no hate left in the world
There's love in the world, love in the world
Love, little tin soldier
There's a hundred-an-fifteen wars goin’ on
Somewhere somebody's playin' your song
Loudly, all of the time
Some two-bit tinpot baby doc
Waitin' for you to come and clean his clock
Proudly, spitshined
The toys get bigger but the game don't change
The work gets wetter on the firing range
Soldier, little tin soldier
