Tears o’er a tin box
Oh Jesus Christ he wasn’t to know
Like a chicken with a fox
He couldn’t win the war with ego
Give the kid the pick of pips
Oh give him all your stripes and ribbons
Now he’s sitting in his hole
He might as well have buttons and bows
What could he do?
Should have been a rock star
But he never had 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
Oh what a waste of
Army dreamers
Oh what a waste of all them
Army dreamers
Army dreamers
Army dreamers
