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Military Man
Gary Moore
Mama take a look at your boy, he's a military man
Mama take a look at your boy, he's crying.
Mama take a look at your boy, he's a soldier.
Mama take a look in his eyes, they're colder.
Mama take a look at your boy, he's a military man.
Mama take a look at your boy, he's dying.
Mama take a look at your boy, he's fighting.
Mama take a look at your boy, he's frightened.
They have trained your boy to kill.
And kill someday he will.
They have trained your boy to die.
And ask no questions why.
Mama take look at your boy,
Take a look at your boy,
Take a look at your boy,
He's a killer. Yeah.
Mama take a look at your boy,
Take a look at him now,
Take a look at your boy,
He's a soldier,
He's colder,
He's older,
Mama!
Mama take a look at your boy obeying orders.
Mama take a look at your boy like a lamb to slaughter.
They have trained your boy to kill.
And kill someday he will.
They have trained your boy to die.
And ask no questions why.
One day, I will write for you a love song mother.
As the children say, I love you, please hold me.
And you and I, will live our life together.
Until that day when we die,
I will love you mama, I will always love you.
I am writing from this war.
Oh mama, I don't know what I'm fighting for.
And if you see my children, I bless them,
Kiss them and tell them that I miss them.
You see I'm frightened in the dark. Mama, mama.
The blood is ankle deep.
They have trained you boy to kill.
Kill someday he will.
They have trained your boy to die.
Mama take a look at your boy,
Take a look at him now,
Take a look at your boy.
He's marching.
He's a soldier.
Oh mama! Oh mama!
He's on the street!
He's bound to give up the action!
Comments:
Lyrics and music by Phil Lynott.
Vocals by Gary Moore and Phil Lynott
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