Milking

And all the kids are looking down
And all the kids hear marching sounds
They all see the armies on the ground
And all the kids are looking down
Gun fire after another
Hear the fire going higher
There is a castle in the air
And all the kids are trapped in there
There is a king, they don’t know where
There is a castle in the air
Gunfire after another
Bright fire shooting higher
And the boys cried out but they can’t get
Through to you, through to you
And the boys cried out but they can’t get
Through to you, through to you
And the king cried out but he can’t be
True to you, true to you, true to you, true to you
If all the kids could reach to see
They wonder who the king would be
A little boy who looks like me
If all the kids could reach to see