It's 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

Now you want me to help you out

These days I find that I can't be bothered

These days I find that it's 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 honor, 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 up on the hills with the little boy soldiers

Come out on the hills by little boy soldiers

Come on outside, I'll sing you a lullaby

Or tell a tale how goodness prevailed

We ruled the world, we killed and robbed

The fucking 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, yes, I do, yes, I do, oh

These days I find that I can't be bothered

To argue with them, 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