LITTLE BOY SOLDIERS

As NATO continues its unnecessary and naked aggression on behalf of the Bohemian Grove Satanist kleptocracy by pushing right up to Russia's border with Ukraine, here is a little song I grew up with.

There is a line in the lyrics that says:

It was done beneath the flag of democracy.

That should be amended to read:

It was done beneath the flag of kleptocracy.

The Jam - Setting sons - Little boy soldiers


It's funny how you never knew what my name was.
Our only contact was a form for the election.
These days I find that I don't listen,
These days I find that we're out of touch.
These days I find that I'm too busy.
So why the attention now you want my assistance -
What have you done for me?

You've gone and got yourself in trouble.
Now you want me to help you out.

These days I find that I can't be bothered,
These days I find that it's all too much,
To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger,
But I've got no choice so here I come - war games.

I'm up on the hills, playing little boy soldiers,
Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30.
Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives,
You're one of us and we love you for that.

Think of honour, Queen and country,
You're a blessed son of the British Empire,
God's on our side and so is Washington.

Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers.
Come out on the hills play the little boy soldiers.
Come out on the hills play the little boy soldiers.

Come on outside - I'll sing you a lullaby,
Or tell a tale of how goodness prevailed.

We ruled the world - we killed and robbed,
The fucking lot - but we don't feel bad.

It was done beneath the flag of democracy kleptocracy.
You'll believe.
And I do - yes I do - yes I do -
yes I do - yes I do - yes I do!

These days I find that I can't be bothered,
To argue with or well, what's the point?
Better to take your shots and drop down dead,
then they send you home in a pine overcoat

With a letter to your mum

Saying find enclosed one son, one medal and a note to say he won.