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He's five foot two and he's six feet four
He fights with missiles and with spears
He's all of thirty-one and he's only seventeen
Been a soldier for a thousand years
He's a Catholic, a Protestant, a Muslim and a Sikh
A Buddhist, a Baptist and a Jew
And he knows he shouldn't kill
But he knows he always will
Kill for me, my friend, and kill for you
He's fighting for Afghanistan
He's fighting for Iraq
He's fighting for the USA
He's fighting down in Africa
And he's fighting there in Spain
And he thinks he'll put an end to war this way
He's fighting for democracy
He's fighting for land
He says it's for the peace of all
He's the one who must decide
Who should live and who should die
And he never sees the writing on the wall
But without him how would Hitler have condemned them at La Baule
Without him Caesar would have stood alone
He's the one who gives his body as a weapon of the war
And without him all this killing can't go on
He's a universal soldier and he really is to blame
His orders come from far away no more
They come from here and there and you and me
And brother, can't you see
This is not the way to put an end to war