One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ...I've got my clipboard, text booksLead me to the stationYeah, I'm
off to the civil warI've got my kit bag, my heavy bootsI'm runnin' in the rainGonna run till my feet are rawSlip kid, slip
kid, second generationAnd I'm a soldier at thirteenSlip kid, slip kid, realizationThere's no easy way to be freeNo easy wa
y to be freeIt's a hard, hard worldI left my doctor's prescription bungalow behind meI left the door ajarI left my vacuum
flaskFull of hot tea and sugarLeft the keys right in my carSlip kid, slip kid, second generationOnly half way up the tree
Slip kid, slip kid, I'm a relationI'm a soldier at sixty-threeNo easy way to be freeSlip kid, slip kidKeep away old man,
you won't fool meYou and your history won't rule meYou might have been a fighter, but admit you failedI'm not affected by y
our blackmailYou won't blackmail meI've got my clipboard, text booksLead me to the stationYeah, I'm off to the civil warI
've got my kit bag, my heavy bootsI'm runnin' in the rainGonna run till my feet are rawSlip kid, slip kid, slip out of trou
bleSlip over here and set me freeSlip kid, slip kid, second generationYou're slidin down the hill like meNo easy way to be
freeNo easy way to be freeNo easy way to be free