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

Five, four, three, two, one 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

Five, four, three, two, one more round

Everybody gather 'round

Our days are numbered

We're counting up now

Two, four, six, eight, nine more lives

These cats couldn't kill me if they tried

Just soldier on, soldier on

Until L.A. 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