CRUELTY Track 8
El Soldado
In the distant future, not soon enough
El soldado don’t look so tough
The children say he’s just plain mean
The only soldier they’ve ever seen
And they stick their tongues right out at him
He don’t do nothin’The sunlight never meets his glaze
When the lights go out, soldado stays
He don’t guard nothin’, ‘cause there’s no need
It’s a different world, he’s a different breed
But his posture is impeccable, maybe even too goodThe cotton gin and the brontosaur live on el soldado’s floor
They stare at him, and he stares back
But they don’t fear that he’ll attack
They just wonder how on earth he got there
So does heEl soldado is made of wax
In a museum near Halifax
His guns, his bombs, they lay beside
Ancient tools of ancient pride
And the placard explains that el soldado
Is extinct
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