chorus: marching soldiers clad in leather stronger apart than they are together dead hot sand in mouth and nose as the sun on the horizon rose Johnny boy, what got you shot? was it your obedience or was it not?
you kicked him and punched him and pushed him around but like a good dog he still tags along oh boy, where did I go wrong I never found someone as good as him
you called him (by name or not - who the hell cares) and with two broken legs he’d still fly straight to you what’s the secret, what’s a man gotta do to get a loyal soldier live-in one
pre-chorus: boy soldier - toy soldier shot crushed shoulder - rolling boulder far too heavy army boots bullet holes in a captain’s suit try holding a cup of tea with hands riddled with PTSD
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he says no and still comes along his resistance is nonexistent I want someone, too, who can make me tea and then always complain as if he’d care about me isn’t that exactly what John does with you
he’s a good soldier but face it he’s a bad doctor, too too fast with a gun and too slow with a knife I’d never trust him with my life what a nice bedrock for a partnership
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his skin broken and scared with a close-meshed net of battles I don’t know where John begins and Dr Watson ends one day he’s gonna bite the hand that has fed him half his life