Anybodys´ Son Will Do .
Do Our Great Leaders Care?
Anybodýs´son will do.,
Choirboy or local thug,
No matter! Anybodys´son will do.
Put them in a uniform and send them far away,
Away from family and friends, to teach them the New Way.
The way of war for these young lads
Never mind their mothers.
Anyones´son will do, yours, mine and others.
Broken arms and legs will come, Missing hands and feet,
Beautiful eyes no longer can see, Ears don´t cause the tapping of feet.
Music that was so loved before, no longer is heard, when you´re back from the war.
Anyones´son will do.
Both sides are right and nobody is wrong,
So anyones´son will do.
Take off the uniform, what do you have?
The war is over, you should be happy not sad,
Not as easy as that, so sorry mum,
Not easy when your friends´shot wit a gun and all you can do..
Is turn and run. All you can do is run with your gun .
Hoping that you´ll be the one to shoot first.......When really...
You don´t want to shoot at all, at a young lad like yourself,