Paroles de 1989

Your old g.i.joes
Are still under the stairs
They're all broke and used
But then again so are you

You could sell them
To friends of mine
You haven't even
Played with them
Since 1989

The front line's in the yard
There's a fortress made of cans
And the garden 'round the back
Has been declared a no-man's-land

You could say
All the casualties
Are casual
Like trips to the mall

Oh shit
I broke his thumb
Now he can't
Shoot a gun at all

You are who you are
Now be all that you can be
In a war without an end