Toy Soldier

I have only words to play with

Singalongs in broken English

A malady from middle ages

I lost my accent in the plague

It's a murder mystery how my

Grapes all turned to cheap red wine

What was I to do with all this sorrow?

There's so much to be sad about these days

Days

I have millions of opinions

I hope one day you'll hear me out

Under a pseudonym I'll write them

I can't be honest with myself

It's a murder mystery unsolved

But I heard it was laced with Fentanyl

What am I to do with all this sorrow?

There's so much to be sad about these days

Days

But the war ain't over, little toy soldier

This is the calm before the storm

You wanna raise hell with your dead friends

And burn the candle at both ends

The war ain't over, little toy soldier

This is the calm before the storm

Say goodbye to your dead friends

One day you'll see them all again

One day you'll see them all again

I have only words to play with

Sing alongs in broken English

A malady from middle ages

I lost my accent in the plague

The murder mystery's been solved

But it sure doesn't make any sense at all

What am I to do with all this sorrow?

There's so much to be sad about these days

Days

These days

Days

But the war ain't over, little toy soldier

This is the calm before the storm

You wanna raise hell with your dead friends

And burn the candle at both ends

The war ain't over, little toy soldier

This is the calm before the storm

Say goodbye to your dead friends

One day you'll see them all again

Again