I had grass stains for scars
8 years old in my back yard
I played the farming man in blue sky after-noon
Out of the pine trees and sap
Plastic soldiers would attack
In my imaginary wars I led platoons
[Chorus]
Come on soldier, dinner’s getting colder
It’s time to put your toys away
Marching order, backyard borders
You will live to fight another day
Put the plastic soldiers away
At an army base in kabul
I was 19 kicking up grap
From a humvee, a flashing light burst through the floor
An rpg, the metal scraped, a shrapnel took both my legs
Now I’m living in this body
I’m a prisoner of war
[Chorus]
Come on soldier, dinner’s getting colder
It’s time to put your toys away
Marching order, backyard borders
You will live to fight another day
Put the plastic soldiers away
A box of soldiers from the attick
Gi joe’s with automatics
Toys are saved, passed down to my old
He was running through the backyard
Wearing grass stains like old scars
My legs are made of steel and silicone
[Chorus]
Come on soldier, dinner’s getting colder
It’s time to put your toys away
Marching order, backyard borders
You will live to fight another day
Put the plastic soldiers away
Put the plastic soldiers away
Put the plastic soldiers away.

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