Lyrics

Got a new soul made of wood and lead
When the devil came and kissed my head
He told me I was born to fall

Walked the front line with the fucked up kids
I never had alternatives
Was born to be the prodigal

We are wooden soldiers marching our way home
All of us have nothing left to lose
We are wooden soldiers marching our way home
All of us have nothing left to lose

Vacant eyes and a bell in the chest
I was dead before I had a chance
No one ever caught my fall

Painted wood and some bullets lead
Won’t stop until the river’s red
I’ll always be the prodigal

We are wooden soldiers marching our way home
All of us have nothing left to lose
We are wooden soldiers marching our way home
All of us have…

Lost our way
We’ve traded everything we owned
We’ve traded everything for some wood and lead
And now we march
With these wholes inside our chest
Pretend to know the difference between what’s wrong and right…
when we have lost our light

We are wooden soldiers marching our way home
All of us have nothing left to lose
We are wooden soldiers marching our way home
All of us have nothing left to lose