Saint Saviour - Army Dreamers | Текст песни

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• Saint Saviour
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b.f.p.o.

mammys hero.

Our little army boy

Is coming home from b.f.p.o.

Ive a bunch of purple flowers

To decorate a mammys hero.

Mourning in the aerodrome,

The weather warmer, he is colder.

Four men in uniform

To carry home my little soldier.

what could he do?

Should have been a rock star.

But he didnt 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 never even made it to his twenties.

What a waste --

Army dreamers.

Ooh, what a waste of

Army dreamers.

Army dreamers

Tears oer a tin box.

Oh, jesus christ, he wasnot to know,

Like a chicken with a fox,

He couldnt win the war with ego.

Give the kid the pick of pips,

And give him all your stripes and ribbons.

Now hes sitting in his hole,

He might as well have buttons and bows.

what could he do?

Should have been a rock star.

But he didnt 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 never even made it to his twenties.

What a waste --

Army dreamers.

Ooh, what a waste of

Army dreamers.

Army dreamers


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