Pick Up A Gun Lyrics

The adverts in the papers solicit soldiers for the army
But they never tell you nothing about the girls in the
garrison towns.
Like how they will mistreat you and how old friends
will see you.
When you trade your name for a number and a uniform of
brown.
When you pick up a gun
And you say goodbye to Mama.
And away from home you run.

And the way that Sergeant shouted it's just to drive
you crazy
I was luckier than many for I got released in time
Now they tell me I'm a free man but sometimes I still
doubt it
For the more I think about it freedom's just a state of
mind.
That they keep with the gun
Thank you for the gift of your son.
Praise The Lord and praise the bomb.

The politician tells the people you've got to have an
army
And the soldier tells the writer the pen is mightier
than the sword.
But sticks and stones can break my bones and words will never harm me
Said the poet and the writer to the soldier with his
words.
"Thy will be done",
Said the preacher man
Lowering another poor boy down.

And I can see the soldiers dying watch the writer
vainly trying
His pen dipped in their blood when he writes that the
dead have got the glory
You can play with the words but you won't change the
story.
Put a gun in their hands
Fill their heads full of lies
Put strength in their hearts and fear in their eyes.

Old soldiers never die they only fade away.
But the young ones do not die, no they are cur down
instead.
And someone pulled the trigger, gave the order, held
the sword,
And some one wrote the advert in the paper that they
read.
Thy will be done,
But you won't get your hands on my son.
You can wait till kingdom come.

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