Army Dreamers (Live from Studio Brussel) - The Last Dinner Party

Lyrics by：Kate Bush

Composed by：Kate Bush

Produced by：The Last Dinner Party

Our little army boy

Is coming home from B.F.P.O

I've a bunch of purple flowers

To decorate a mammy's hero

Mourning in the aerodrome

The weather warmer he is colder

Four men in uniform

To carry home my little soldier

What could he do should have been a rock star

But he didn't have the money for a guitar

What could he do should have been a politician

But he never had a proper education

What could he do should have been a father

But he never even made it to his twenties

What a waste army dreamers

What a waste army dreamers

Tears over a tin box

Jesus Christ he wasn't to know

Like a chicken with a fox

He couldn't win the war with ego

Give the boy the pick of pips

And give him all your stripes and ribbons

While he's sitting in his hole

He might as well have buttons and bows

What could he do should have been a rock star

But he didn't have the money for a guitar

What could he do should have been a politician

But he never had a proper education

What could he do should have been a father

But he never even made it to his twenties

What a waste army dreamers

What a waste army dreamers

What a waste of all the army dreamers

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