Little toy soldiers
Lined up across the floor..
A little boy playing
His army's gone to war.
A little boy playing
In a room in a big white house..
As little boy soldiers
are ordered to move out..
Courage, honor, loyalty
are all just words to him
Words he uses to describe
All the little men..
And in his mind
The price can't be too high
Just get another one
when a little toy soldier dies..
He can't hear their mothers
Crying in the night
As the little boy soldiers
Go off the join the fight
Safe inside his room
They march across the boards
Just little toy soldiers
Fighting in a war..
He takes his casualties
and lines them by the wall
Just another broken toy,
A toy that gave his all..
If you ask him
what the fight is for
He fights for Peace and Liberty
And he fights because it's War
He can't hear their mothers
crying in the night
As the little boy soldiers
Go off the join the fight
Safe inside his room
They march across the boards
Just little toy soldiers
Fighting in a war
I wonder if he knew the toys were really men
Would he find another way or start a war again
He can't hear their mothers
crying in the night
As the little boy soldiers
Go off the join the fight
Safe inside his room
They march across the boards
Just little toy soldiers
Fighting in a war..
Lined up across the floor..
A little boy playing
His army's gone to war.
A little boy playing
In a room in a big white house..
As little boy soldiers
are ordered to move out..
Courage, honor, loyalty
are all just words to him
Words he uses to describe
All the little men..
And in his mind
The price can't be too high
Just get another one
when a little toy soldier dies..
He can't hear their mothers
Crying in the night
As the little boy soldiers
Go off the join the fight
Safe inside his room
They march across the boards
Just little toy soldiers
Fighting in a war..
He takes his casualties
and lines them by the wall
Just another broken toy,
A toy that gave his all..
If you ask him
what the fight is for
He fights for Peace and Liberty
And he fights because it's War
He can't hear their mothers
crying in the night
As the little boy soldiers
Go off the join the fight
Safe inside his room
They march across the boards
Just little toy soldiers
Fighting in a war
I wonder if he knew the toys were really men
Would he find another way or start a war again
He can't hear their mothers
crying in the night
As the little boy soldiers
Go off the join the fight
Safe inside his room
They march across the boards
Just little toy soldiers
Fighting in a war..
Contributed by giorgio - 2011/3/15 - 08:15
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Lyrics & Music by Gordon West
"This song was recorded by most of the members of Underground Angel. I played all the guitar parts, Keri sang, Matt played Bass, and we are still waiting on the magic of Dave's drums.
One of our members has an issue with being called a "toy" on the weekends he is a soldier. Thus the reason the song is here, instead of with the rest of Underground Angel's songs.
I was on active duty in the US Army for seven years. I WAS a "toy" soldier, doing everything I was told, to the best of my ability.
My oldest son is a Marine.. Stationed in Japan at the time this was written, but on orders for deployment..
May they all come home safely, and may they never have to do it again.. "