Songtext Tin soldier boy Bright Eyes

Tin soldier boy

Sammy was indicted on a slow Friday
Called his family, from the county court
Screaming at his children down a long hallway
While the cops, were beating on the door

Ayesha's had a million names by now
There's a few, that I've heard before
She's the brawn I'm the brains
Never took us long, to know, where we had to go

Billie took the money, and she disappeared
Last seen in a Cadillac
A message was sent from beyond the grave
She said she's trying, to pay it back

Our days are numbered
Hear the countdown
5, 4, 3, 2
1, more round
Shots ring out and we all fall down
Soldier on, soldier on
Lead the convoy through the noise
Soldier on, soldier on
Tin Soldier Boy

Hollywood's dying like the palm trees
It's not romantic, it's a comedy
So when I'm gone don't, use my headstone, for your imagery
Like another, shitty, Scorsese movie

Frank Sinatra, was the best
Could put a bullet, right through your chest
Well, every baby has Ol' Blue Eyes
I guess they're gonna live, until they die

Our days are numbered
Hear the countdown
5, 4, 3, 2
1, more round
Everybody gather round

Our days are numbered
We're counting up now
2, 4, 6, 8
9, more lives
These cats couldn't kill me if they tried

Just Soldier on, soldier on
Until LA breaks at dawn
Soldier on, through the noise
Tin Soldier Boy

Soldier on, soldier on
Leave the convoy, kill the toys
Soldier on, soldier on
My Soldier Boy

Soldier on, soldier on
Through the heartbreak and the joy
Soldier on, soldier on
My Soldier boy