Classix Nouveaux Soldier
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...
