Absent Minded
writng this speach to the toy soldiers
every leader has a leader
and every leader has followers
this object to crave of fame and this game
was never what i thought it was
follow me
and come along here is the golden way
of the final dat the new age
i now you look up to me
and i am here to guide you
so stand strong be tough and march on
spring ahead or fall behind
you know the routine its time
no one wants to destroy anything they helped build
never talk about something you knopw nothing about
Rings and mimes
clowns and blackhats
rings and mimes
kings and queens
rings and mimes
were all here lost in the maze
lost in the maze of the posie fields
perk up soldiers
show good posture
you are the ones
who lead the future generation of toy soldiers
until we finda way to save us from eachother
so bang your drums and march forever
put down the guns and keep the guns for art and color
bullets made of paint not lead
and the toy soldiers are falling down
down the door into the arms of the unknown
to fall down
to be wound up and sent back
broken to be repaired
try being god
building toys you sent downstairs
innocently
and they come back crawling upstairs as traps
like a god scared of the basement
you send to the cellar your toy soldiers
one by one
then in pairs
three at atime
they come back marching
beating to a different drum
climbing the satairway of heaven leading the way shooting guns
and ready to start a war
all because there is someomeone in the cellar wrecking you toys
all your toys are soldiers
and you are a god
and i created you my precious ring
i put it on this soldier
to put it on this soldier
to send it downstairs
to see if it comes back
years later
the ring returns
the toys come up marching
in threes and fours cursed and shooting guns and bombs
as the climb an dlead the way to the war
up the stairway to heaven
and god recieves his cursed ring
how can we let this boy die soo young?
how can we the toys allow the one to be decieved soo wrong?
bit by bit part by part
toy soldiers
and every leader has followers
this object to crave of fame and this game
was never what i thought it was
follow me
and come along here is the golden way
of the final dat the new age
i now you look up to me
and i am here to guide you
so stand strong be tough and march on
spring ahead or fall behind
you know the routine its time
no one wants to destroy anything they helped build
never talk about something you knopw nothing about
Rings and mimes
clowns and blackhats
rings and mimes
kings and queens
rings and mimes
were all here lost in the maze
lost in the maze of the posie fields
perk up soldiers
show good posture
you are the ones
who lead the future generation of toy soldiers
until we finda way to save us from eachother
so bang your drums and march forever
put down the guns and keep the guns for art and color
bullets made of paint not lead
and the toy soldiers are falling down
down the door into the arms of the unknown
to fall down
to be wound up and sent back
broken to be repaired
try being god
building toys you sent downstairs
innocently
and they come back crawling upstairs as traps
like a god scared of the basement
you send to the cellar your toy soldiers
one by one
then in pairs
three at atime
they come back marching
beating to a different drum
climbing the satairway of heaven leading the way shooting guns
and ready to start a war
all because there is someomeone in the cellar wrecking you toys
all your toys are soldiers
and you are a god
and i created you my precious ring
i put it on this soldier
to put it on this soldier
to send it downstairs
to see if it comes back
years later
the ring returns
the toys come up marching
in threes and fours cursed and shooting guns and bombs
as the climb an dlead the way to the war
up the stairway to heaven
and god recieves his cursed ring
how can we let this boy die soo young?
how can we the toys allow the one to be decieved soo wrong?
bit by bit part by part
toy soldiers
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writng this speach to the toy soldiers
writng this speach to the toy soldiers
