Shout, Lauri Törni's name A soldier of three armies knows the game Keeps their echo from the past Rise from beyond your grave Son of Finland and the Green Beret May you rest in peace at last Started out as a reserve Soon promoted when deserved Cross of

I ain't your puppet, no And I ain't your steppin' stone I should have looked before I jumped I should have known I've tried, I've tried (I've tried) Oh, I've tried I've been bought and sold (and sold) One too many times Out and down (and down)

Ain't nobody got me like you do, my partners be like That’s your soldier your lil soldier (Girl) That’s why I'm riding out with you, I'll always be like That’s my soldier my lil soldier She hold it down and I pick it up We balling like a armor truck

Am I wrong, 'cause I wanna get it on, till I die Y’all, y’all remember me Get it on, till I die, get it on, till I die At the way you’ll die Sold me out, taking change Told me your name, we had, all the lanes Held me down Last chance fancy pants, oh very

Here comes the danger Here comes trouble Welcome the rasta youths Left, right, Jah soldiers a come Sent by the savior welcome the rasta youths I an I a start recruit soldiers fi Selassie-I army Welcome the savior You no haffi ask is who A the general

Take me home today The window opens I hear the toddling waves I think about the soldiers, I think about the interstates I would like to leave it all just for a week or two Maybe I'd see it in clarity, whatever I would see It's all so confusing, I don't

Ooh everything that I told you Ooh you just smile and then you Kiss and tell Everything I say Stuck inside your little web Everybody wants to know, yeah Lips that lie Cover your track Sold me out and

Well my devil won't let me out Well my devil won't (Fuck the law) As I maneuver through the streets A policeman and then the predeceased bodies of those who disagree (Like, fuck them all) I pray the soldiers get release The price of grief wasn't cheap

She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol And I was just a soldier on my way to montreal Well she pressed her chest against me About the time the juke box broke Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck And these are the words she spoke

You've been bought, you've been sold You've been locked outside the door 'Cause you deep down want some more She's so good with her stiletto While she searches for the vein She cuts you once, she cuts you twice But still you believe The wound is so fresh