Plastic Soldiers Songtext
von Seth Glier

One, two, three

I had grass stains for scars
Eight years old in my backyard
I played with army men in the blue sky afternoon
Out of the pine trees and sap
Plastic soldiers would attack
In my imaginary wars, I led platoons

Come home, soldier
Dinner′s getting colder
It's time to put your toys away
Marching orders
Backyard borders
You will live to fight another day
Put the plastic soldiers away


At an army base in Kabul
I was nineteen, kickin′ up gravel
From a Humvee, a flash of light burst through the floor
An RPG, and metal scraped
The shrapnel took both my legs
Now living in this body
I'm a prisoner of war

Come home, soldier
Dinner's getting colder
It′s time to put your toys away
Marching orders
Backyard borders
You will live to fight another day
Put the plastic soldiers away

A box of soldiers from the attic
G.I. Joes with automatics
Toys I saved to pass down to my own
He was running through the backyard
Wearing grass stains like old scars
My legs are made of steel and silicone


Come home, soldier
Dinner′s getting colder
It's time to put your toys away
Marching orders
Backyard borders
You will live to fight another day
Put the plastic soldiers away

Put the plastic soldiers away
Put the plastic soldiers away