Cowboy Junkies

Cowboy Junkies - I Don't Want To Be A Soldier songtekst

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[John Lennon cover]



Well i don't wanna be a soldier mamma, i don't wanna die

Well i don't wanna be a sailor mamma, i don't wanna fly

Well i don't wanna be a failure mamma, i don't wanna cry

Well i don't wanna be a soldier mamma, i don't wanna die

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no



Well i don't wanna be a rich man mamma, i don't wanna cry

Well i don't wanna be a poor man mamma, i don't wanna fly

Well i don't wanna be a lawyer mamma, i don't wanna lie

Well i don't wanna be a soldier mamma, i don't wanna die

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no



Well i don't wanna be a beggar mamma, i don't wanna die

Well i don't wanna be a theif now mamma, i don't wanna fly

Well i don't wanna be a churchman mamma, i don't wanna cry

Well i don't wanna be a soldier mamma, i don't wanna die

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no

Hit it!



Well i don't wanna be a soldier mamma, i don't wanna die

Well i don't wanna be a sailor mamma, i don't wanna fly

Well i don't wanna be a failure mamma, i don't wanna cry

Well i don't wanna be a soldier mamma, i don't wanna die

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no



I'm tilting on the break of shit

Decisions making in my life

Makes me loose it i ain't taking it this way i ain't making it

There n mistakes but if i'm wrong i will pay for it

Like them bills i hate to pay

Today i stay brave to win every day i'm a soldier

I don't wanna die. I ain't know killer either

So why does mama cry?

She needs to feed her child

But she's a child in her father's eyes

Ya'll better recognize

The power parents recking with

Does it make sense to make way for censorship?

It's brains we messing with

Across the planes we got kids n chains and whips

Who live their lives censor less but we couldn't give a shit.

I don't wanna lie

Cheaters will cheat

Some will rather reach jesus

Before meeting defeat

I think it's easy to see i you be seeing these streets

Sometimes my eyes

Can't believe what they see,

On tv, young like me sent over seas

Sent over greed i believe

Is this what we need?

Yo these guys like me.

To add fire to the fuel

Life twisted my views

Just from flicking the news

I gives me the early 21st century blues

But we making it threw

Make what you make it

You can't redo what you do

I'm the living proof making it threw the 21st century blues

Peace.





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