| 作曲 : Paul Weller | |
| 作词 : Weller | |
| Its funny how you never knew what my name was, | |
| Our only contact was a form for the election. | |
| These days I find that I don't listen, | |
| These days I find that we're out of touch, | |
| These days I find that I'm too busy, | |
| So why the attention now you want my assistance - | |
| What have you done for me. | |
| You've gone and got yourself in trouble, | |
| No you want me to help you out. | |
| These days I find that I can't be bothered, | |
| These days I find that its all too much, | |
| To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger, | |
| But I've got no choice so here I come - war games. | |
| I'm up on the hills, playing little boy soldiers, | |
| Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30. | |
| Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives, | |
| You're one of us and we love you for that. | |
| Think of honour, Queen and country, | |
| You're a blessed son of the British Empire, | |
| God's on our side and so is Washington. | |
| Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers. | |
| Come on outside - I'll sing you a lullaby, | |
| Or tell a tale of how goodness prevailed. | |
| We ruled the world - we killed and robbed, | |
| The ****ing lot - but we don't feel bad. | |
| It was done beneath the flag of democracy, | |
| You'll believe and I do - yes I do - yes I do - | |
| yes I do - | |
| These days I find that I can't be bothered, | |
| To argue with or well, what's the point? | |
| Better to take your shots and drop down dead, | |
| then they send you home in a pine overcoat | |
| With a letter to your mum | |
| Saying find enclosed one son - one medal and a note - | |
| to say he won. |
| zuo qu : Paul Weller | |
| zuo ci : Weller | |
| Its funny how you never knew what my name was, | |
| Our only contact was a form for the election. | |
| These days I find that I don' t listen, | |
| These days I find that we' re out of touch, | |
| These days I find that I' m too busy, | |
| So why the attention now you want my assistance | |
| What have you done for me. | |
| You' ve gone and got yourself in trouble, | |
| No you want me to help you out. | |
| These days I find that I can' t be bothered, | |
| These days I find that its all too much, | |
| To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger, | |
| But I' ve got no choice so here I come war games. | |
| I' m up on the hills, playing little boy soldiers, | |
| Reconnaissance duty up at 5: 30. | |
| Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives, | |
| You' re one of us and we love you for that. | |
| Think of honour, Queen and country, | |
| You' re a blessed son of the British Empire, | |
| God' s on our side and so is Washington. | |
| Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers. | |
| Come on outside I' ll sing you a lullaby, | |
| Or tell a tale of how goodness prevailed. | |
| We ruled the world we killed and robbed, | |
| The ing lot but we don' t feel bad. | |
| It was done beneath the flag of democracy, | |
| You' ll believe and I do yes I do yes I do | |
| yes I do | |
| These days I find that I can' t be bothered, | |
| To argue with or well, what' s the point? | |
| Better to take your shots and drop down dead, | |
| then they send you home in a pine overcoat | |
| With a letter to your mum | |
| Saying find enclosed one son one medal and a note | |
| to say he won. |
| zuò qǔ : Paul Weller | |
| zuò cí : Weller | |
| Its funny how you never knew what my name was, | |
| Our only contact was a form for the election. | |
| These days I find that I don' t listen, | |
| These days I find that we' re out of touch, | |
| These days I find that I' m too busy, | |
| So why the attention now you want my assistance | |
| What have you done for me. | |
| You' ve gone and got yourself in trouble, | |
| No you want me to help you out. | |
| These days I find that I can' t be bothered, | |
| These days I find that its all too much, | |
| To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger, | |
| But I' ve got no choice so here I come war games. | |
| I' m up on the hills, playing little boy soldiers, | |
| Reconnaissance duty up at 5: 30. | |
| Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives, | |
| You' re one of us and we love you for that. | |
| Think of honour, Queen and country, | |
| You' re a blessed son of the British Empire, | |
| God' s on our side and so is Washington. | |
| Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers. | |
| Come on outside I' ll sing you a lullaby, | |
| Or tell a tale of how goodness prevailed. | |
| We ruled the world we killed and robbed, | |
| The ing lot but we don' t feel bad. | |
| It was done beneath the flag of democracy, | |
| You' ll believe and I do yes I do yes I do | |
| yes I do | |
| These days I find that I can' t be bothered, | |
| To argue with or well, what' s the point? | |
| Better to take your shots and drop down dead, | |
| then they send you home in a pine overcoat | |
| With a letter to your mum | |
| Saying find enclosed one son one medal and a note | |
| to say he won. |
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