WHEN I WAS JUST A LITTLE BOY
WE PLAYED IN MAY WAYS,
COWBOYS, INJUNS, SOLDIERS
THROUGHOUT THE SUMMER DAYS.
AND WHEN WE KILLED EACH OTHER,
WE FELL DOWN ON THE FLOOR,
WE LAY QUITE STILL, ARMS OUTSTRETCHED
GOT UP TO FIGHT ONCE MORE.
AFTER MANY YEARS HAD PASSED
WE’D GONE OUR SEPERATE WAYS,
BUILDERS, PLUMBERS, SOLDIERS,
WAS HOW WE EARNED OUR PAY.
WHEN SOMEONE SHOT OUR PLAYMATE
HE FELL DOW ON THE FLOOR,
HE LAY SO STILL AND LIFELESS
OUR FRIEND WOULD PLAY NO MORE.
AND AS WE LOOK BACK THROUGH THE YEARS
THOSE GAMES WE PLAYED BACK THEN,
BECAME A TRUE REALITY
WE’RE PLAYNG ONCE AGAIN.
THE GUNS AND BULLETS NOW ARE REAL
AND I DON’T WANT TO PLAY,
I WANT TO LIVE MY LIFE IN PEACE
TOMORROW AND TODAY.