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He's five foot two and he's six feet four |
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He fights with missiles and with spears |
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He's all of thirty-one |
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And he's only seventeen |
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He's been a soldier for a thousand years |
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He's a Catholic, a Hindu, an atheist, a Jain |
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A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew |
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He knows he shouldn't kill |
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But he knows he always will |
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Kill you, my friend, for me and me for you |
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He's fighting for Canada, he's fighting for France |
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He's fighting for the U.S.A. |
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He's fighting for the Russians |
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And he's fighting for Japan |
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And he thinks, he'll put an end to war that way |
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He's fighting for democracy, he's fighting for the Reds |
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He says it's for the peace of all |
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He's the one who must decide |
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Who's to live and who's to die |
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But he never sees the writing on the wall |
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But without him how would Hitler have condemned them at Dachau? |
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Without him Caesar would have stood alone |
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He's the one who gives his body |
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As the weapon of the war |
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And without him all this killing can't go on |
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He's the universal soldier and he really is to blame |
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His orders come from far away no more |
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They come from him and you, and me |
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And brother, can't you see? |
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This is not the way to put an end to war |
