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The adverts in the papers solicit soldiers for the army But they never tell you nothing about the girls in the garrison towns. Like how they will mistreat you and how old friends will see you. When you trade your name for a number and a uniform of brown. When you pick up a gun And you say goodbye to Mama. And away from home you run. And the way that Sergeant shouted it's just to drive you crazy I was luckier than many for I got released in time Now they tell me I'm a free man but sometimes I still doubt it For the more I think about it freedom's just a state of mind. That they keep with the gun Thank you for the gift of your son. Praise The Lord and praise the bomb. The politician tells the people you've got to have an army And the soldier tells the writer the pen is mightier than the sword. But sticks and stones can break my bones and words will never harm me Said the poet and the writer to the soldier with his words. "Thy will be done", Said the preacher man Lowering another poor boy down. And I can see the soldiers dying watch the writer vainly trying His pen dipped in their blood when he writes that the dead have got the glory Letras de cancionesYou can play with the words but you won't change the story. Put a gun in their hands Fill their heads full of lies Put strength in their hearts and fear in their eyes. Old soldiers never die they only fade away. But the young ones do not die, no they are cur down instead. And someone pulled the trigger, gave the order, held the sword, And some one wrote the advert in the paper that they read. Thy will be done, But you won't get your hands on my son. You can wait till kingdom come. From Letras Mania