I am a little tin soldier That wants to jump into your fire You are a look in your eye A dream passing by in the sky I don't understand All I need is
heaven You can justify it in the end But there won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgment day On the bloody morning after One tin soldier rides
tiny ballerina lived in there all in her dress of lace. And from where the little tin soldier stood they could see each other so clear And the little tin soldier
I am a little tin soldier That wants to jump into your fire You, are a look in your eye A dream passing by in the sky But I don't understand And all
I am the little tin soldier That wants to jump into your fire You, oh look in your eye A dream passing by in the skies I don't understand All I need
I'm a little tin soldier that wants to jump into your fire you are a look in your eye a dream passing by in the sky I don't understand all I need is treat
Little tin soldier, they gave you an innocent gun And then they welded your hand in place And then they put black paint in your eyes They made you smaller
He's a tin soldier man Living in a little tin wonderland Very happy little tin soldier man When you sit him on your knee He's a tin soldier man He'
the name of Heaven, justify it in the end There won't be any trumpets blowing come the Judgment Day On the bloody morning after, one tin soldier rides
at the age of 21, tin still won't turn to gold Tin soldier He signed away his name Tin soldier No chance for cash or fame Tin soldier Now, he knows the truth Tin soldier
Little tin soldier they gave you an innocent gun And then they welded your hand in place And then they put black paint in your eyes They made you smaller
Tin soldiers and Nixon coming, we're finally on our own. This summer I hear the drumming, four dead in Ohio, i-heya. Tin soldiers and Nixon coming, we
Heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day, On the bloody morning after.... One tin soldier rides
's a tin soldier man Living in a little tin wonderland Very happy little tin soldier man When you sit him on your knee He's a tin soldier man He's a
A needless affair Lines remain unclear Minds in the wells Heads cut on cables The fare to the sun It sears the faultless ones Pay any price To go home
