Old Major - 1989 lyrics

Your old G.I.Joes Are still under the stairs They're all broke and used But then again so are you You could sell them To friends of mine You haven't even Played with them Since 1989 The front line's in the yard There's a fortress made of cans And the garden 'round the back Has been declared a no-man's-land You could say All the casualties Are casual Like trips to the mall Oh sh** I broke his thumb Now he can't Shoot a gun at all You are who you are Now be all that you can be In a war without an end