Lyrics

One, two, three I had grass stains for scars Eight years old in my backyard I played with army men in the blue sky afternoon Out of the pine trees and sap Plastic soldiers would attack In my imaginary wars, I led platoons [Chorus] Come home, soldier Dinner's getting colder It's time to put your toys away Marching orders Backyard borders You will live to fight another day Put the plastic soldiers away At an army base in Kabul I was nineteen kicking up gravel From a humvee flash of light burst through the floor An RPG and metal scraped The shrapnel took both my legs Now living in this body, I'm a prisoner of war [Chorus] Come home, soldier Dinner's getting colder It's time to put your toys away Marching orders Backyard borders You will live to fight another day Put the plastic soldiers away Box of soldiers from the attic GI Joes with automatics Toys I saved to pass down to my own He was running through the backyard Wearing grass stains like old scars My legs are made of steel and silicone [Chorus] Come home, soldier Dinner's getting colder It's time to put your toys away Marching orders Backyard borders You will live to fight another day Put the plastic soldiers away Put the plastic soldiers away Put the plastic soldiers away