Back to the front Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Do just as we say Finished here, greetings death He's yours to take away

Well, a goodbye never seems finished Just like these songs that I write They hang aloft like stars in the night But there's nothing there but the illusion of a light And you, you could've been mine Your mother, she's an actress And we're all putting on a

Girl I’m out here I just finished on you Blowin' these hundreds Better get you wet now Better make you sweat now Ballin’ on you (ballin’ ballin’ ballin’) That’s my baby I’m out of your league, baby For a minute