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