Army Dreamers (live from Studio Brussel)

Our little army boy
Is coming home from B.F.P.O
I've a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate a mammy's hero
Mourning in the aerodrome
The weather warmer, he is colder
Four men in uniform
To carry home, my little soldier

(What could he do, should've been a rockstar)
But he didn't have the money for a guitar
(What could he do, should've been a politician)
But he never had a proper education
(What could he do, should've been a father)
But he never even made it to his twenties

What a waste

Army dreamers
What a waste
Army dreamers

Tears o'er a tin box
Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know
Like a chicken with a fox
He couldn't win the war with ego
Give the boy his pick of pips
And give him all your stripes and ribbons
While he's sitting in his hole
He might as well have buttons and bows

(What could he do, should've been a rockstar)
But he didn't have the money for a guitar
(What could he do, should've been a politician)
But he never had a proper education
(What could he do, should've been a father)
But he never even made it to his twenties

What a waste

Army dreamers
What a waste
Army dreamers
What a waste of all the
Army dreamers, army dreamers, army dreamers

(Oooooh)