The youngest kid in the war
Propaganda said deserter
The soldier boys weren't sure
I had to phone somebody close to me
To talk these scenes from out of my head
When I got through to you
You had something to do
And you couldn't hear a word I said
In our communication breakdown
Somewhere on the line
Communication breakdown
I think I'm going out of my mind
War declared on America
They say our boys are fighting back
There's some talk around about a victory
But who gives a damn about that
We'll steal a couple of guns
And shoot our way through the crowd
Sink a drink and fall in bed
And make beautiful love
Until the lights go out
And the radio goes dead
In the tallest tall building
I'll meet you when they're gone
And we'll watch through broken windows
For the soldiers coming home
Don't tell them where you're going
The corpses on the street
They won't listen to your stories
But they'll see when I fall at your feet
In our communication breakdown
Somewhere on the line
Communication breakdown
Somewhere on the line
I think I'm going out of my mind
Because the soldiers ain't coming home
Because nobody's coming home
We shot him in the morning The youngest kid in the war Propaganda said deserter The soldier boys weren't sure I had to phone somebody close to me To talk these scenes from out of my head When I got through to you You had something to do And you couldn't hear a word I said In our communication breakdown Somewhere on the line Communication breakdown I think I'm going out of my mind War declared on America They say our boys are fighting back There's some talk around about a victory But who gives a damn about that We'll steal a couple of guns And shoot our way through the crowd Sink a drink and fall in bed And make beautiful love Until the lights go out And the radio goes dead In the tallest tall building I'll meet you when they're gone And we'll watch through broken windows For the soldiers coming home Don't tell them where you're going The corpses on the street They won't listen to your stories But they'll see when I fall at your feet In our communication breakdown Somewhere on the line Communication breakdown Somewhere on the line I think I'm going out of my mind Because the soldiers ain't coming home Because nobody's coming home Explain Request ×
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