Lyrics
Only fourteen, any mother's son, you're too young to vote but you carry a gun
March to the drum, what joys may come, too old but not too young to carry a gun
All that you've seen, on the big screen, like one of those dreams, where you scream but no one hears, no one wipes away your tears
And they all tell me, die for my country, and they all sell me a brave fight for the cause, and they compel me, no thought no love, no pause
But thinking of the cost, I think this battle's lost, perhaps we're all starcrossed.
Catch me if you can, and everybody ran, if you can hold a gun you can kill a man
And every holy man will tell you full of pride, everybody's God's on the winning side
All that you've seen, on the big screen, like one of those dreams, where you scream but no one hears, no one wipes away your tears
And they all tell me, die for my country, and they all sell me a brave fight for the cause, and they compel me, no thought no love, no pause.
But thinking of the cost, I think this battle's lost, perhaps we're all starcrossed.