Soldier - Classix Nouveaux

On all sides we’re fighting all the time

And there is no escape

We all make it that way

Social grace hides jealousy and hate

Of what we may achieve

Or believe in or praise

Sometimes it makes me feel like

Dying, dying

'cause dead men don’t care

Soldier, hey!

soldier

You don’t have to choose

To win or lose, it’s the same

Soldier, hey!

soldier

Everywhere i turn

No-one will learn

It’s a game

Only strong men can survive for long

Against all odds it seems

And the schemes that we make

All men must return once more to dust

Then realise too late

All the hate was in vain

Sometimes it’s hard to keep on

Fighting, fighting

And playing these games

Soldier… etc