Army Dreamers Moddi

[Verse 1]
Our little army boy
Is coming home from B.F.P.O
I've a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate my daddy’s hero
Mourning in the aerodrome
The weather warmer, he is colder
Four men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier

[Chorus]
(What should he do? Could have been a rock star...)
But he didn't have the money for a guitar
(What should he do? Could have been a politician...)
But he never had a proper education
(What should he do? Could have been a father...)
But he never even made it to his twenties
What a waste... army dreamers
What a bloody waste of army dreamers

[Verse 2]
Tears over a tin box
Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know
Like a chicken with a fox
He couldn’t win his war with ego
Give the kid a pick of pips
And give him all your stripes and ribbons
Now he's lying in his hole
He might as well have buttons and bows