1989 Lyrics - Singles - Old Major

Your old G.I.Joes 

Are still under the stairs 

They're all broke and used 

But then again so are you 

You could sell them 

To friends of mine 

You haven't even 

Played with them 

Since 1989 

The front line's in the yard 

There's a fortress made of cans 

And the garden 'round the back 

Has been declared a no-man's-land 

You could say 

All the casualties 

Are casual 

Like trips to the mall 

Oh shit 

I broke his thumb 

Now he can't 

Shoot a gun at all 

You are who you are 

Now be all that you can be 

In a war without an end