Lyrics:

(Original song by Stiff Little Fingers) He turned up to get a job To show he wasn't scared All wrapped up in that army crap He thought he'd be prepared Well at the age of seventeen, He was forced to choose Now at the age of twenty-one He's in catch-22 He turned up for just three years It seemed a small amount But what they didn't tell him was The first two didn't count At the age of seventeen how was he to know? That at the age of twenty-one He'd still have more to go? Tin soldier! He signed away his name! Tin soldier! No chance of casual fame! Tin soldier! Well now he knows the truth! Tin soldier! He signed away his youth! He turned up, to start out right To do right by his son Well now he waits And he counts the days That mark time since day one At the age of seventeen He did what he was told Now at the age of twenty-one There's still one-third to go! Tin soldier! He signed away his name! Tin soldier! No chance of casual fame! Tin soldier! Well now he knows the truth! Tin soldier! He signed away his youth! (Left! Right! Left right left! Left! Right! Left right left!) At the age of seventeen He fall in line to Now at the age of twenty-one He still marches to (One! Two! Three! Four!) TIN SOLDIER! He signed away his name! TIN SOLDIER! No chance of casual fame! TIN SOLDIER! Well now he knows the truth! TIN SOLDIER! He signed away his youth! TIN SOLDIER! What is he fighting for? TIN SOLDIER! To win a fucking war? TIN SOLDIER! (Completely indecipherable lyric) TIN SOLDIER! Arrgh yeah!!!! Signed away his name Signed away his name