One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
I've got my clipboard, text book
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots
I'm running in the rain
Gonna run till my feet are raw
Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
And I'm a soldier at thirteen
Slip kid, slip kid, realization
There's no easy way to be free
No easy way to be free
It's a hard, hard world
I left my doctor's prescription
Bungalow behind me I left the door ajar
I left my vacuum flask full of hot tea and sugar
Left the keys right in my car
