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 on outside - I'll sing you a lullaby
And tell the 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 beneathe the flag of democracy
You'll believe and I do, yes I do - yes I do -
Yes I do

These days I find that I can't be bothered
To argue with them, 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"