Song | Soldier |
Artist | Classix Nouveaux |
Album | The Very Best Of Classix Nouveaux |
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On all sides we're fighting all the time | |
And there is no escape | |
We all make it that way | |
Social grace hides jealousy and hate | |
Of what we may achieve | |
Or believe in or praise | |
Sometimes it makes me feel like | |
Dying, dying | |
'Cause dead men don't care | |
Soldier, hey! Soldier | |
You don't have to choose | |
To win or lose, it's the same | |
Soldier, hey! Soldier | |
Everywhere I turn | |
No-one will learn | |
It's a game | |
Only strong men can survive for long | |
Against all odds it seems | |
And the schemes that we make | |
All men must return once more to dust | |
Then realise too late | |
All the hate was in vain | |
Sometimes it's hard to keep on | |
Fighting, fighting | |
And playing these games | |
Soldier... etc |
On all sides we' re fighting all the time | |
And there is no escape | |
We all make it that way | |
Social grace hides jealousy and hate | |
Of what we may achieve | |
Or believe in or praise | |
Sometimes it makes me feel like | |
Dying, dying | |
' Cause dead men don' t care | |
Soldier, hey! Soldier | |
You don' t have to choose | |
To win or lose, it' s the same | |
Soldier, hey! Soldier | |
Everywhere I turn | |
Noone will learn | |
It' s a game | |
Only strong men can survive for long | |
Against all odds it seems | |
And the schemes that we make | |
All men must return once more to dust | |
Then realise too late | |
All the hate was in vain | |
Sometimes it' s hard to keep on | |
Fighting, fighting | |
And playing these games | |
Soldier... etc |
On all sides we' re fighting all the time | |
And there is no escape | |
We all make it that way | |
Social grace hides jealousy and hate | |
Of what we may achieve | |
Or believe in or praise | |
Sometimes it makes me feel like | |
Dying, dying | |
' Cause dead men don' t care | |
Soldier, hey! Soldier | |
You don' t have to choose | |
To win or lose, it' s the same | |
Soldier, hey! Soldier | |
Everywhere I turn | |
Noone will learn | |
It' s a game | |
Only strong men can survive for long | |
Against all odds it seems | |
And the schemes that we make | |
All men must return once more to dust | |
Then realise too late | |
All the hate was in vain | |
Sometimes it' s hard to keep on | |
Fighting, fighting | |
And playing these games | |
Soldier... etc |