Текст песни Little Boy Soldiers (Live At Hammersmith Palais, UK / 1981) - The Jam

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 we're out of touch,
These days I find that I′m too busy,
So why the attention now you want my assistance -
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 kill the natives,
You're one of us and we love you for that.
Think of honour, Queen and country,
You′re a blessed son of the British Empire,
God's 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 killed and robbed,
The fucking 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 withthem 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.