Lyrics Army Dreamers - Moddi
Our
little
army
boy
Is
coming
home
from
B.F.P.O
I've
a
bunch
of
purple
flowers
To
decorate,
my
daddy's
hero
Mourning
in
the
aerodrome
The
weather
warmer,
he
is
colder
Four
men
in
uniform
To
carry
home
my
little
soldier
(What
should
he
do?
Could
have
been
a
rock
star)
But
he
didn't
have
the
money
for
a
guitar
(What
should
he
do?
Could
have
been
a
politician)
But
he
never
had
a
proper
education
(What
should
he
do?
Could
have
been
a
father)
But
he
never
even
made
it
to
his
twenties
What
a
waste,
army
dreamers
Oh,
what
a
bloody
waste
of
army
dreamers
Tears
over
a
tin
box
Oh,
Jesus
Christ,
he
wasn't
to
know
Like
a
chicken
with
a
fox
He
couldn't
win
his
war
with
ego
Give
the
kid
the
pick
of
pips
And
give
him
all
your
stripes
and
ribbons
Now
he's
lying
in
his
hole
He
might
as
well
have
buttons
and
bows
(What
should
he
do?
Could
have
been
a
rock
star)
But
he
didn't
have
the
money
for
a
guitar
(What
should
he
do?
Could
have
been
a
politician)
But
he
never
had
a
proper
education
(What
should
he
do?
Could
have
been
a
father)
But
he
never
even
made
it
to
his
twenties
What
a
waste,
army
dreamers
Oh,
what
a
bloody
waste
of
army
dreamers
(What
should
he
do?
Could
have
been
a
rock
star)
But
he
didn't
have
the
money
for
a
guitar
(He
could
have
been
a
politician)
But
he
never
had
a
proper
education
(What
should
he
do?
Could
have
been
a
father)
But
he
never
even
made
it
to
his
twenties
What
a
waste,
army
dreamers
Army
dreamers
(Army
dreamers)
(Army
dreamers)
(Army
dreamers)
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