One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ...

 I've got my clipboard, text books
 Lead me to the station
 Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
 I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots
 [bad word]  in the rain
 [bad word] 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

 Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
 Only half way up the tree
 Slip kid, slip kid, I'm a relation
 I'm a soldier at sixty-three
 No easy way to be free

 Slip kid, slip kid

 Keep away old man, you won't fool me
 You and your history [bad word] me
 You might have been a fighter, but admit you failed
 I'm not affected by your blackmail
 You won't blackmail me

 I've got my clipboard, text books
 Lead me to the station
 Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
 I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots
 [bad word]  in the rain
 [bad word] till my feet are raw

 Slip kid, slip kid, slip out of trouble
 Slip over here and set me free
 Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
 You're slidin down the hill like me
 No easy way to be free
 No easy way to be free
 No easy way to be free