First sight of blood at ten, fell off the swing and cracked his head, it's all red. A still and quiet conscience, regardless of their doom, The victims play, they're on their way, Soldier Boy. No sense they have, of ills to come. Nor care beyond ills of today, they've lost their way, Soldier Boy. Playgrounds into battle fields, diapers into greens and stripes, Mold plastic into steel, the war is real, the solders fight tonight.
Little solder falls once more, sees red glow like the sun.
Mother calls him back to Arlington, in Washington. First sight of blood at ten, fell off the swing and cracked his head, it's all red. A still and quiet conscience, regardless of their doom, The victims play, they're on their way, Soldier Boy. No sense they have, of ills to come. Nor care beyond ills of today, they've lost their way, Soldier Boy.