Clark Kent Phone Booth - Little Soldiers lyrics

Lonely boy joined the army back in 65 Only wanted to take with him his childhood skies Lonely boy stole the moonlight from his babys eyes Lonely boy held a picture of his old hometown Hes cryingon and on and on and on his babys name From Saigon swamps to Washington Wind could hear him say The guns are speakingtheir k**ing language These words cant cleanmy blood-stained bandage My little Harryplease,hear your daddy Throw your tin soldiersthere aint no war games Lonely boy in 1971 came back home Voices said matriculation number 31 His hairs gone grey with surrendered bodies lyin dead His eyes were red for all the blood they saw in Vietnam Hes calling on and on and on his babys name The guns are speakingtheir k**ing language These words cant cleanmy blood-stained bandage My little Harryplease,hear your daddy Throw your tin soldiersthere aint no war games Red tinted postcardsfrom hell around us He said rather lose than let those victims mourn at my feet There aint no winnersthere aint no medals He k**ed a man, then Mr., whats the gain? The guns are speakingtheir k**ing language These words cant cleanmy blood-stained bandage My little Harryplease,hear your daddy Throw your tin soldiersthere aint no war games Lonely boy tucked the baby up at night in bed Whispering Sleep, little Harry, Your tin soldiers arent dead They arent dead