When I was a boy,
I wanted to be a man.
I could shoot straight,
and I was good with my hands.
So I went out to join the Army.
Oh, to be a boy again.
To still see the Men,
Who protected me.
Oh, to be a boy again.
The world I found
wasn’t what I expected to see
What I didn’t know,
and couldn’t under stand,
Was the ways of the World,
And how hard it was for a Man.
Of the gun to try to be peaceful.
I found myself torn,
between the land that I loved
and the morels I cherished
as god up above,
But in the end I did what they told me.
Oh, to be a boy again.
To still see the Men
Who protected me.
Oh, to be a boy again.
The world I found
wasn’t what I expected to see
I fought for my country
I fought for the Truth
And so died my innocence
And so died my Youth
While Regan and Bush were dancing
Today I look
At the Men at the Top
And all the corruption
As well as the Rot
And wonder how to lance that Boil.
Oh, to be a boy again.
To still see the Men
Who protected me.
Oh, to be a boy again.
My Grandfather
wasn’t that different from me…
