Swingin Utters - Soldier Boy

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Good solid build, this ripe young kid has sharpened
up for killing men. polished new shoes and uniform
not a bad sort «just came here on a whim»
And now our soldier boy is missing home and now our
little boy is dead as a stone.
Big toothy grin, peach fuzz on cheeks,
snow-white combed hair, lanky physique.
Mobile, but awkwardly made-up like some wannabe debutante.
And now our soldier boy is leaving his own and this
old rag-tag neighborhood has folded and go