Should have been a rock star. But he didn't have the money for a guitar. Should have been a politician, But he never had a proper education. Should have been a father, But he didn't even make it to his twenties. What a waste, Army Dreamers.
Tears o'er a tin box.
Give the kid the pick of pips, And give him all your stripes and ribbons, Now he's sitting in his hole, He might as well have buttons and bows. But this time it's much safer in. Last night, in the sky, Such a bright light. After the blast, Chips of Plutonium are twinkling in every lung. I love my beloved.