Testo Juvenile Army

Maybe you never wanted to be a king or some executive as well maybe you've dreamed about some ordinary thing when blue paper sent you to hell Maybe you thought about finishing school Getting a job and some nice car But olive uniform blew it away and normal life seems so far Chorus: Army of kids saves the nation marching to glory and disintegration father will get a national flag wheelchair brigade with the names on the tag After so many humiliations after so many coffins of steel After the landmine and dum dum bullets You're not a man but big gun's meal The righteous fight is now long gone no one remembers that epical war invented medals and patriotism for crippled army silent and poor Chorus