Army Dreamers — текст песни (Bush Kate)

Our little Army Boy,
Is coming home from B.F.P.O.
I`ve a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate a mammy`s hero.
Mourning in the aerodrome,
The weather warmer, he is colder,
Four men in uniform to carry home
My little soldier.
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What could he do? Should have been a rock star.
But he didn`t have the money for a guitar.
What could he do? Should have been a politician,
But he never had a proper education.
What could he do? Should have been a father,
But he didn`t even make it to his twenties.
What a waste,
Army Dreamers.
Tears o`er a tin box.
Oh Jesus Christ, he wasn`t to know,
Like a chicken with a fox,
He cannot win the war with ego.
Give the kid the pick of pips,
And give him all your stripes and ribbons,
Now he`s sitting in his hole,
He might as well have buttons and bows.
Chorus