Slip Kid

One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight I've got my clipboard, text book Lead me to the station Yeah, I'm off to the civil war I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots I'm running in the rain Gonna run till my feet are raw Slip kid, slip kid, second generation And I'm a soldier at thirteen Slip kid, slip kid, realization There's no easy way to be free No easy way to be free It's a hard, hard world I left my doctor's prescription Bungalow behind me I left the door ajar I left my vacuum flask full of hot tea and sugar Left the keys right in my car