Slip Kid

One, two, three, four
 Five, six, seven, eight
 I've got my clipboard, text book
 Lead me to the station
 Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
 I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots
 I'm running in the rain
 Gonna run till my feet are raw
 Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
 And I'm a soldier at thirteen
 Slip kid, slip kid, realization
 There's no easy way to be free
 No easy way to be free
 It's a hard, hard world
 I left my doctor's prescription
 Bungalow behind me I left the door ajar
 I left my vacuum flask full of hot tea and sugar
 Left the keys right in my car