Little Soldiers Lyrics - Singles - Clark Kent Phone Booth

Lonely boy joined the army back in 65 

Only wanted to take with him his childhood skies 

Lonely boy stole the moonlight from his babys eyes 

Lonely boy held a picture of his old hometown 

Hes cryingon and on and on and on his babys name 

From Saigon swamps to Washington 

Wind could hear him say 

The guns are speakingtheir killing language 

These words cant cleanmy blood-stained bandage 

My little Harryplease,hear your daddy 

Throw your tin soldiersthere aint no war games 

Lonely boy in 1971 came back home 

Voices said matriculation number 31 

His hairs gone grey with surrendered bodies lyin dead 

His eyes were red for all the blood they saw in Vietnam 

Hes calling on and on and on his babys name 

The guns are speakingtheir killing language 

These words cant cleanmy blood-stained bandage 

My little Harryplease,hear your daddy 

Throw your tin soldiersthere aint no war games 

Red tinted postcardsfrom hell around us 

He said rather lose than let those victims mourn at my feet 

There aint no winnersthere aint no medals 

He killed a man, then Mr., whats the gain? 

The guns are speakingtheir killing language 

These words cant cleanmy blood-stained bandage 

My little Harryplease,hear your daddy 

Throw your tin soldiersthere aint no war games 

Lonely boy tucked the baby up at night in bed 

Whispering Sleep, little Harry, 

Your tin soldiers arent dead 

They arent dead