Songtext von Army Dreamers

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 should he do? Could have been a rock star) But he didn't have the money for a guitar (What should he do? Could have been a politician) But he never had a proper education (What should he do? Could have been a father) But he never even made it to his twenties What a waste... army dreamers What a bloody 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 a pick of pips And give him all your stripes and ribbons Now he's lying in his hole He might as well have buttons and bows (What should he do? Could have been a rock star) But he didn’t have the money for a guitar (What should he do? Could have been a politician) But he never had a proper education (What should he do? Could have been a father) But he never even made it to his twenties What a waste... army dreamers Oh, what a bloody waste of army dreamers (What should he do? Could have been a rock star) But he didn’t have the money for a guitar (He could 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 Army dreamers (Army dreamers, army dreamers)