Yes, I do, yes, I do, yes, I do, oh
Shoot, shoot, shoot and kill the natives
Better to take your shots and drop down dead
We ruled the world, we killed and robbed
I'm up on the hills, playing little boy soldiers
Saying find enclosed one son
God's on our side and so is Washington
Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30
You're a blessed son of the British Empire
These days I find that I can't be bothered
But I've got no choice so here I come, war games
You've gone and got yourself in trouble
To argue with them, well, what's the point?
These days I find that we're out of touch
You'll believe and I do, yes, I do, yes, I do
These days I find that I'm too busy
Come out on the hills by little boy soldiers
Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers
These days I find that I don't listen
You're one of us and we love you for that
Think of honor, Queen and country
Then they send you home in a pine overcoat
These days I find that it's all too much
Now you want me to help you out
To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger
What have you done for me?
Come on outside, I'll sing you a lullaby
With a letter to your mum
These days I find that I can't be bothered
It was done beneath the flag of democracy
Come up on the hills with the little boy soldiers
The fucking lot but we don't feel bad
Or tell a tale how goodness prevailed
So why the attention now, you want my assistance?
