Boys march into war 
To certain defeat
 They were younger than me
 Guns poke through the trees 
Death on a limb 
They were aiming at him
 And when the bullets came, he didn’t duck.
 He wrapped her pantyhose around his neck 
And he could feel the magic working 
Keeping him from harm 
Away to some place mystical and warm 
His lucky charm 

He got caught
No cover at all 
He’d breath in her scent 
Not even a scratch
 He didn’t die 
When he stepped on a mine 
They were violent and soft 
It didn’t go off 

And when her letter came he didn’t cry
 He wrapped her pantyhose around his eyes 
And he could feel the magic working
 Keeping him from harm
 Even though she didn’t love him any more. 
Can’t kill a lucky charm