歌曲 | Little Boy Soldiers - Remixed Live Version |
歌手 | The Jam |
专辑 | Live Jam |
作曲 : Paul Weller | |
作词 : Weller | |
Its funny how you never knew what my name was, | |
Our only contact was a form for the election. | |
These days I find that I don't listen, | |
These days I find that we're out of touch, | |
These days I find that I'm too busy, | |
So why the attention now you want my assistance - | |
What have you done for me. | |
You've gone and got yourself in trouble, | |
No you want me to help you out. | |
These days I find that I can't be bothered, | |
These days I find that its all too much, | |
To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger, | |
But I've got no choice so here I come - war games. | |
I'm up on the hills, playing little boy soldiers, | |
Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30. | |
Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives, | |
You're one of us and we love you for that. | |
Think of honour, Queen and country, | |
You're a blessed son of the British Empire, | |
God's on our side and so is Washington. | |
Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers. | |
Come on outside - I'll sing you a lullaby, | |
Or tell a tale of how goodness prevailed. | |
We ruled the world - we killed and robbed, | |
The ****ing lot - but we don't feel bad. | |
It was done beneath the flag of democracy, | |
You'll believe and I do - yes I do - yes I do - | |
yes I do - | |
These days I find that I can't be bothered, | |
To argue with or well, what's the point? | |
Better to take your shots and drop down dead, | |
then they send you home in a pine overcoat | |
With a letter to your mum | |
Saying find enclosed one son - one medal and a note - | |
to say he won. |
zuò qǔ : Paul Weller | |
zuò cí : Weller | |
Its funny how you never knew what my name was, | |
Our only contact was a form for the election. | |
These days I find that I don' t listen, | |
These days I find that we' re out of touch, | |
These days I find that I' m too busy, | |
So why the attention now you want my assistance | |
What have you done for me. | |
You' ve gone and got yourself in trouble, | |
No you want me to help you out. | |
These days I find that I can' t be bothered, | |
These days I find that its all too much, | |
To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger, | |
But I' ve got no choice so here I come war games. | |
I' m up on the hills, playing little boy soldiers, | |
Reconnaissance duty up at 5: 30. | |
Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives, | |
You' re one of us and we love you for that. | |
Think of honour, Queen and country, | |
You' re a blessed son of the British Empire, | |
God' s on our side and so is Washington. | |
Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers. | |
Come on outside I' ll sing you a lullaby, | |
Or tell a tale of how goodness prevailed. | |
We ruled the world we killed and robbed, | |
The ing lot but we don' t feel bad. | |
It was done beneath the flag of democracy, | |
You' ll believe and I do yes I do yes I do | |
yes I do | |
These days I find that I can' t be bothered, | |
To argue with or well, what' s the point? | |
Better to take your shots and drop down dead, | |
then they send you home in a pine overcoat | |
With a letter to your mum | |
Saying find enclosed one son one medal and a note | |
to say he won. |