Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Soldiers

© Cindy Sheehan, Joe Dolce & Glenn Floyd 2006

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If you ever see your babies grow up to be Soldiers,
There'll be heartache and teardrops from the day that they do,
They'll be preyed on by generals, politicians and news hounds,
They'll belong to corporations and the country, not you.

The day that your babies grow up to be soldiers,
Your heart, forever is bound to be torn,
So teach them some truthful conscientious objection,
Every day, every way from the day that they're born

Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Soldiers.

There's never a war that's ever been fashioned,
In the interests of truth and the interests of right,
Just corrupt politician's self interest agendas,
And only their lust of the blood for the fight.

 The blood-monied devils will wrap them in courage,
Just to prey on more innocent babies like them,
Then stealthy as foxes, send your babes home in boxes,
With a blood-soaked flag draped 'cross their torn limbs.

Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Soldiers.

They'll give you tin medals, to replace your sweet babies,
With the crowd and the music so fast ushered in,
To manipulate truth and hide all the horror,
And to cover their conscience, - their political grin.

You'll look at your medals and back at your photos,
Grief stricken and sorry you let them go in,
You've lost them forever and will never recover,
When the crowd and the music's long faded and gone.

Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Soldiers.