Ma you raised a lousy soldier
I cannot stomach fighting
My sword is made of rubber
In my sheath with velvet lining
I walk beside my captain
We look out on the hillside
He wears his armor loosely
But he holds his rapier tightly
Oh-oh
I wish I was born a cannon (canon!)
I wish I was born a gun (a gun!)
I'd load it with an answer and I'd aim it at the sun (at the sun!)
I wish I was born an angel (angel!)
Wish I was born the dawn (the dawn!)
I'd fly out over the new world
And I'd bring my message home
Ma I picked a pansy flower
I pressed it in my bible (my bible!)
I wish you'd raised a coward
Instead of a disciple (disciple!)
The medals on my collar
Hang heavy as a boulder (as a boulder!)
And if it is I fall here
Remember your lousy soldier
Oh-oh
I wish I was born a cannon (canon!)
I wish I was born a gun (a gun!)
I'd load it with an answer and I'd aim it at the sun (at the sun!)
I wish I was born an angel (angel!)
Wish I was born the dawn (the dawn!)
I'd fly out over the new world
And I'd bring my message home
Doo-doo-doo-do-doo
Doo-doo-doo-do-doo
Doo-doo-doo-do-doo-do-doo
Doo-doo-doo-do-doo
Doo-doo-doo-do-doo
Doo-doo-doo-do-doo
Doo-doo-doo-do-doo-do-doo
Doo-doo-doo-do-doo
