1: His first contact with an AK,
at the ripe old age of five,
was the murder of his father outside their door
by three rebels having a hey-day
as they plundered his whole tribe,
all- in the names of politics, God and war.
2: His mother, beaten & savaged,
had so bravely tried to fight,
couldn't save his older brothers, both dragged away.
Through the next two rainy seasons,
he could barely sleep at night
'til a warring faction came to make him their slave.
CHORUS:
Children of war, just puppy soldiers.
A much less visible target, but still all trained to kill.
Children of war, just puppy soldiers.
They're just little boys with grownup toys,
playing war that's all too real.
3: They drilled him with wooden rifles,
trained him to obey commands
with a sergeant barely older than his own age.
& they showed him tricks of survival
in the forests & the sands.
And they filled his growing heart with a lot of hate.
CHORUS:
Children of war, just puppy soldiers.
A much less visible target, but still all trained to kill.
Children of war, just puppy soldiers.
They're just little boys with grownup toys,
playing war that's all too real.
BRIDGE:
"Hey, this be fun. All this killing and fighting.
Yes I lose some friends, but we not that close.
Hey, this be fun. For sure, it be exciting.
But it be my two big brothers I miss most."
4: Through sickness, death & attrition,
he progressed up through the ranks.
By the age of thirteen, he was Lieutenant Duan.
& he never knew both his brothers
were both soldiers in a tank
that his RPG took out early one gray dawn.
CHORUS:
Children of war, just puppy soldiers.
A much less visible target, but still all trained to kill.
Children of war, just puppy soldiers.
They're just little boys with grownup toys,
playing war that's all too real.
at the ripe old age of five,
was the murder of his father outside their door
by three rebels having a hey-day
as they plundered his whole tribe,
all- in the names of politics, God and war.
2: His mother, beaten & savaged,
had so bravely tried to fight,
couldn't save his older brothers, both dragged away.
Through the next two rainy seasons,
he could barely sleep at night
'til a warring faction came to make him their slave.
CHORUS:
Children of war, just puppy soldiers.
A much less visible target, but still all trained to kill.
Children of war, just puppy soldiers.
They're just little boys with grownup toys,
playing war that's all too real.
3: They drilled him with wooden rifles,
trained him to obey commands
with a sergeant barely older than his own age.
& they showed him tricks of survival
in the forests & the sands.
And they filled his growing heart with a lot of hate.
CHORUS:
Children of war, just puppy soldiers.
A much less visible target, but still all trained to kill.
Children of war, just puppy soldiers.
They're just little boys with grownup toys,
playing war that's all too real.
BRIDGE:
"Hey, this be fun. All this killing and fighting.
Yes I lose some friends, but we not that close.
Hey, this be fun. For sure, it be exciting.
But it be my two big brothers I miss most."
4: Through sickness, death & attrition,
he progressed up through the ranks.
By the age of thirteen, he was Lieutenant Duan.
& he never knew both his brothers
were both soldiers in a tank
that his RPG took out early one gray dawn.
CHORUS:
Children of war, just puppy soldiers.
A much less visible target, but still all trained to kill.
Children of war, just puppy soldiers.
They're just little boys with grownup toys,
playing war that's all too real.
inviata da daniela -k.d.- - 28/10/2007 - 09:12
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Lyrics and music by Mick Terry
Testo e musica di Mick Terry
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