So I guess I fell in love with a toy soldier He told me that our love would be marching on Hoorah, hoorah He told me that our love was mighty strong
will take it for granted. How I would like to know all the toy soldiers in a row, marching to and fro, all the tin soldiers in a row. Tiny painted
rise? (Eyes glare from your enemy sights make me go blind) This is a war administer the pill (Keep fighting) Before the cell divides (Keep marching) We'll both go down like toy soldiers
preaching, hold your breath apocalypse the time has come, the breaking point in our social decline humankind oblivious, every life runs its line toy soldiers march
fight for us And for a government, that doesn't give a fuck Marching to the left, marching to the right Marching on the frontline, what a fucking sight Marching to the left, marching to the right Marching
like you and me so what are we to think? And what are we to do? Who set the drumbeat that they're marching to? Grab a gun, toy soldiers no home to
the wooden soldiers march Sabers a-clinking, soldiers a-winking At each pretty little maid Here they come, here they come (Here they come, here they come) Wooden soldiers
the wooden soldiers march Sabers a-clinking, soldiers a-winking at each pretty little maid Here they come, here they come Here they come, here they come Wooden soldiers
So I guess I fell in love, with a toy soldier He told me that our love would be marching on, hoorah hoorah He told me that our love was mighty strong,
One toy soldier stands alone With his drum down by his side One toy soldier on his own With his drum to keep the time He keeps the beet of marching
played, each summer's day Soldier boys, of course. One little chap, he had a mishap And he broke off his horse's head, Wept for his toy, then cried with
keep fighting) before the cell divides (keep marching) we'll both go down like toy soldiers. this is a war threats and picket lines (keep fighting) are forming around our beds (keep marching
the wooden soldiers march Sabers a-clinking Soldiers a-winking At each little pretty maid Here they come, here they come Here they come, here they come Wooden soldiers
go We gon' bring it to y'all motherfuckers We gon' bring it straight to y'all motherfuckers! I got my motherfuckin nigga, Marc Clayborne Get 'em nigga, get 'em! [Marc
As the wooden soldiers march Sabers a-clinking Soldiers a-winking At each little pretty maid Here they come, here they come Here they come, here they come Wooden soldiers
