"I'm a soldier.
I haven't slept in 5 years, and I got bags under my eyes.
Haven't seen them myself, but so I've been told.
I'm a soldier.
And I don't have a head on my shoulders -
I had it battered by boots.
The battalion commander is yelling.
Commander's got a torn mouth -
due to a grenade.
White cotton, red cotton
doesn't cure the soldier.

I'm a soldier - premature baby of war.
I'm a soldier, mama, heal my wounds.
I'm a soldier, a soldier of a godforsaken country.
I'm a hero, tell me from what novel?

I'm a soldier.
I'm upset, when there's only one bullet left,
Either me or it.
Last train car, moonshine, there's a million more like us.
I'm a soldier.
And I know my job, my job -
is to shoot, so that the bullet hits enemy's body
This reggae's for you,
Momma-War, now you're satisfied.

I'm a soldier - premature baby of war.
I'm a soldier, mama, heal my wounds.
I'm a soldier, a soldier of a godforsaken country.
I'm a hero, tell me from what novel?"