Tin Soldiers and Nixon’s coming, we’re finally on our own;
This summer I hear a drumming …
Gotta get own to it, soldiers are cutting us down;
Should have done long ago…
What if you knew her and, found her dead on the ground;
How could you run when you know?
Tin Soldiers and Nixon’s coming, we’re finally on our own;
This summer I hear a drumming …
Gotta get own to it, soldiers are cutting us down;
Should have done long ago…
What if you knew her and, found her dead on the ground;
How could you run when you know?
My sixteenth birthday – it’s why I went to War.