Oh Nikita you will never know, anything about my home I'll never know how good it feels to hold you Nikita I need you so Oh Nikita is the other side of any given line in time Counting ten tin soldiers in a row Oh no, Nikita you'll never know Nikita

If, you don't know, who I be You better ask somebody about me Oh, you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy I, know, you, know I'm, on,

I'm so bored with the U.S.A. But what can I do? Yankee soldier He want to shoot some skag He met it in Cambodia, but now He can't afford a bag Yankee dollar talk To the dictators of the world In fact it's giving orders

Long for the stranger you know so well. Long for the sailor, beneath the skies Long for the white dove, no matter where she flies Pray for the soldier, who's wounded bad Pray for the dreamer, he's still so sad Pray for the stranger you know so well.

So fly on your own Worlds apart we were the same Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I’m weak Maybe I’m blinded by what I see You wanted a soldier but it wasn't me 'Cause I could never set you free It’s time I let you go, go Walls are built to keep us safe

Beside my brothers and my sisters I will proudly take a stand When liberty's in jeopardy I will always do what's right I'm out here on the front lines I'm just trying to be a father Raise a daughter and a son Be a lover to their mother Everything to

You don't want to see me make it no more since you ain't coming with me And when I'm riding through the city I don't need no soldiers with me 'Cause when I'm sliding on a nigga I don't need no co-defendant 'Cause I ain't looking out no more so you ain't

When music's around, stay warm Looking like soldiers waiting to drown And I'm not around no more We've got the time of our lives now And we've got no rhyme and no reason now Pictures of people that don't make a sound It's beautiful, and even though I

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

Keep soaring Keep song-writing My recovery In my recovery I’m a soldier at war I have broken down walls In the sound of the sea