The Game

So you think you’re ready to be a soldier now,
You think you can cause your father told ya how,
Well Daddy may have fought in battles like this,
But Daddy never thought enemies existed,
And kiddie wasn’t meant to ask.

Did you play with guns when you were a boy?
You loved to seek but they never let you destroy,
These guns aren’t weapons they’re anchors and weights,
Attached to your tongue so you don’t fly away,
Kiddie outgrew the game.

Whenever you’re sick we’ll stay away from you,
We’ll hide from your nightmares and punish your flu,
Company policy is to lead you away,
From whatever virus lent you to say,
“I’d rather walk thank march today.”

Did you ever think you’d get this far?
To dine with the men with the plastic cigars,
Now they’re gonna put you in the front line,
Along with the others who wouldn’t jump high,
Now they’re gonna say goodbye.

We’re gonna take your childhood away,
Kiddie never wanted to play.