Child Soldier Rebellion Songtext / Lyric

Child-soldier children, from the soldier rebellion

These children rebel again

Child-soldier children, from the soldier rebellion

These children rebel again



Waiting for airships that never arrive

With crosses on suitcases

Novelty knives

They aimlessly wandered the beach all that day

Eventually most of them shuffled away



A matchbox bears my pictures

It details the reward for my capture

"Not one person here has helped me!"

Read the caption under my picture, see?



The younger they are the more fearless

They were by merchants who had offered seven ships

"We were maimed

Tortured and kidnapped

They cut off ears, limbs, and lips"






Oh my dears

When they hear the news

That's been written in tears

They will know there's no way to excuse

The lies that we use

To force them to fight



Then into their ragtag clothings

And officer sews

He says, "This will make for victorious battle

It's a magical stone"



Emmanuelle looks down at the ground

As he fumbles to with the tassels on his boots

He can still hear the sounds

Of the many rebel groups

Or the government militia

Who he'd been fighting for

No, no, he had no idea



Ahh...



Child-soldier children, from the soldier rebellion

These children rebel again

Child-soldier children, from the soldier rebellion

These children rebel again!