Soldier - Bishops Green

You see your life on a different plane

You’re set up for a different game

Whoa, Common soldier

Your life goes out like a cigarette

You strive to hard to get ahead

Whoa, Common soldier

You can’t change your views are trapped

Quiet times have passed you by

Whoa, Common soldier

Rusty gears and dirty cogs

Broken ways you’ve worked too hard

Whoa, Common soldier

You don’t see it and you don’t get it

You try to soldier on but you can’t see it through

Politicians deal your blood

Bleed you dry and turn your soul

Whoa, Common soldier

Heart was gold and now it’s black

No path forward, turning back

Whoa, Common soldier

You don’t see it and you don’t get it

You try to soldier on but you can’t see it through