Sit behind your concrete shield
Protected from the outside world
You know your very well concealed
Deep underground away from all.

You plan the moves, you make the rules
Your game is tough you play it mean
You have the power in your hands
You have the mighty war machine.

You are the grand-masters, we are the pawns
For all you stand to gain, we stand to lose
Remember when you were just little boys?
When everybody like to play with toys!

We like playing soldiers! We like playing soldiers!
Playing with our soldiers! We like playing soldiers!

How would you like to feel your meat?
Burnt to a cinder by the heat
Or blown to pieces in the blast
Or shredded by the flying glass
Maybe just blinded by the light
Your last few days forever night
The radiation starts to bite
Your rotting flesh a sorry sight!

So should the people lie down in despair
And you inside the your bunker, could you care?
Your high-tech. toys pinpointed on the map
Your stars and stripes anointed on your cap.

We like playing soldiers! We like playing soldiers!
Playing with our soldiers! We like playing soldiers!