A gang outsde the chemsts restless in the night

Conversation turns to the war they have to fight

Worried passers by too old to understand

How k ds in thirty years have gained the upper hand



Tomorrow s soldier is on the street

Jeans to the knee boots on his feet



Tomorrows soldiers first battle is won



When his life has only just began



The mind of a schoolboy, sees it crystal clear

Warriors from down the road, nothing to fear

Gone through the basic training, taught by higher ranks

Today it's fists and monkey boots, tomorrow bombs and tanks



The children don't die from their tribal warring

But at twenty one it's a different story

The uniform must change, die to save your land



The Generals can't see you, they're safely underground



Tomorrow's soldier is on the war

Hasn't got a clue what he's fighting for

Tomorrow's soldier's last battle is fought

And his life comes to a grinding halt