kate bush
army dreamers
(B.F.P.O.) (Army dreamers) (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O.) (Mammy's hero)  Our little army boy  Is coming home from B.F.P.O.  I've a bunch of purple flowers  To decorate to 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 have been a rock star) But he didn't have the money for a guitar (What could he do) (Should have been a politician) But he never had a proper education (What could he do) (Should have been a father) But he never even made it to his twenties What a waste  Army dreamers Ooh, what a waste of  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 kid the pick of pips And give him all your stripes and ribbons Now he's sitting in his hole He might as well have buttons and bows  (What could he do) (Should have been a rock star) But he didn't have the money for a guitar (What could he do) (Should have been a politician) But he never had a proper education (What could he do) (Should have been a father) But he never even made it to his twenties What a waste  Army dreamers Ooh, what a waste of  Army dreamers Ooh, what a waste of all that  Army dreamers Army dreamers Army dreamers, oh