Lyrics:

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ... I've got my clipboard, text books Lead me to the station Yeah, I'm off to the civil war I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots I'm runnin' in the rain Gonna run till my feet are raw Slip kid, slip kid, second generation And I'm a soldier at thirteen Slip kid, slip kid, realization There's no easy way to be free No easy way to be free It's a hard, hard world I left my doctor's prescription bungalow behind me I left the door ajar I left my vacuum flask Full of hot tea and sugar Left the keys right in my car Slip kid, slip kid, second generation Only half way up the tree Slip kid, slip kid, I'm a relation I'm a soldier at sixty-three No easy way to be free Slip kid, slip kid Keep away old man, you won't fool me You and your history won't rule me You might have been a fighter, but admit you failed I'm not affected by your blackmail You won't blackmail me I've got my clipboard, text books Lead me to the station Yeah, I'm off to the civil war I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots I'm runnin' in the rain Gonna run till my feet are raw Slip kid, slip kid, slip out of trouble Slip over here and set me free Slip kid, slip kid, second generation You're slidin down the hill like me No easy way to be free No easy way to be free No easy way to be free