One Little Soldier — текст песни (Fitzgerald Patrik)

He put his shoulder to the wheel,
and turned his back against the world,
spoke his mind,too many times,
opened his mouth a little too wide;
they`re going to put you in the gas-chamber,sonny;
strap you into the electric chair,
tie you on to the rack,
with paving stones upon your back...
with your friends on the top,to crush you quicker.
Sometimes i wonder
if this is worth all the effort,
sometimes i wonder
if this is all quite fair where
people wait for you to speak their minds,their thoughts,
then take away all of their cares;
that`s so convenient with no commitment,
you`ll get your hero here on easy terms,
but that`s the way things are.you can`t change that...
so i`ll be here,until your last flame of interest flickers,
until your last flame of interest...flickers.
One little soldier stands alone..
one little soldier for the firing squad;
he turned a traitor overnight,
one little soldier says a last goodnight,
he put his shoulder to he wheel,
but i would say he got an unfair deal..
spoke his mind,too many times...
and he is shot down
(you shouldn`t be so naive)
(you shouldn`t be so naive)
shot down
(you shouldn`t be so naive)
(you shouldn`t be so naive)
shot down...
[ad infinitum]