The boys are calling, come out and play, come out and show that you're awesome
Plastic guns, foam swords
It's the residential army of the residential road
So there you are, with the helmet tightened
Yelling wait, wait, wait, wait again and again
All of us are
Small soldiers
Equip the sabers, stand up, get out and walk
Tinge later, small soldiers*
Swing the flags
Do you even know what you're fighting for
The nation is calling
You're needed, take the gun and then you're ready
Don't ask any questions
There is no answer
Just keep going
Now you're here with the tap tightened
Yelling help, help, help, help, help, help again and again
All of us are
Small soldiers
Throw the grenades up, stand, get out and walk
We can fall
Small soldiers
Under the flags, ask yourself what you're fighting for
Bullets casted in love, that's what we're shooting with, open eyes, no dead ends, we don't do cool things, we make things cool
Black uniform, raybands, I'm back in your face like spray tan
Marching in all kind of wind and whether, fighting for the right to be who we are
Humans, of cause we can fail,
But I'm holding the flag high, wind in my sails, pushing deeper, the earth and my nail
Nik and Jay, we've got success on speed dial
I'm listening to Mars and to Marla, while my bro is showing off, but the others aren't really listening
Their heads are full of cola, I am light years ahead of them, super nova
I refuse, I fucking refuse to be a part of their system, and they can't break me
Hey there, little anti-depressant soldier, listen to rock mama, let her wake you up, check me
I break my habits with my companions, hah
This big shot Dane, hah, an entertainer whose only war is being fought with my lady on my bed sheets
All of us are
Small soldiers
Equip the sabers, stand up, get out and walk
All of us are
Small soldiers
Throw the grenades, stand up, get out and walk
We can fall
Small soldiers
beneath the flags
Ask yourself what you're fighting for
Yeah, what are you fighting for?
Whoooaaa
Whoooaaa
What are you fighting for?
Oooohhhhhooo
Aha
Ask yourself what you're fighting for
We've been in the middle of a time of jazz
We're Danes, so we're always in the middle of an ice age
And now we're here
Giant canons in the middle of a time of war
HinKyto
ditteoline
вторник, 27/01/2015 - 11:20
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