(words and music by Mr. Brett) all good soldiers crack like boulders The sun climbs up to a razon, violins, new boots, and numbers on a chain All good soldiers all good soldiers fall in line when they march and shout- are a spectacle marching and singing- will go abnywhere the president says- because the president believes in god- like all good soldiers wait like warheads- When the fighting starts who will be accountable, a cannibal, a cannoball It's six A.M. I can see my breath and the clay dirt is laughing at the weekling boy- today is the day that I'll write my friends its something I've been trying to remenber- I had a dream of a wall that was twenty-one stories tall... All good soldiers fall in line when they march and shout- are a respectable marching and signing- will go anywhere the president says- because the president believes in god- like all good soldiers should
