Army Dreamers

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Our little army boy Is coming home from B.F.P.O. I've a bunch of purple flowers To decorate my daddy's 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 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 never even made it to his twenties What a waste – army dreamers What a waste of army dreamers Tears over a tin box Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know Like a chicken with a fox He couldn't win his 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 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 never even made it to his twenties What a waste – army dreamers What a waste of army dreamers