Just turned eleven, there’s a kid over there
Always got a runny nose and scruffy hair
Patches on his knees and, the soles of his shoes cry out for another drink
He stands in the corner, he’s all alone
All the kids around but he’s on his own
Shivers in the breeze and, the holes in his blues dry out for another stink
for the hungry kids, and those who serve
Dinner bell rings and he’s off to lunch
Tripped over first then he dodges a punch
Fear in his eyes and, big boy laughter cos’ he’s a midget and a gink
His dinner ticket get’s him just enough
But he can’t have any of the nicer stuff
Tear when he cries and, he’s got no afters just a biscuit and a drink
dinner ticket
Fifteen now, there’s a boy over there
A smile on his face, and some gel in his hair
Suit all smart and his pearly whites all over their mobile phones
He stands with his mates, he’s part of the crew
He laughs and he jokes, an’ there’s a girl or two
Fire in his heart, and the girls love Lynx Africa pheromones
Dinner bell rings, and he’s the first in line
He ain’t afraid and no-one’s tryin’
To get him gripped, he’s rolled a bit of Jitsu, and they don’t want a Koto Dori
Twenty one now, there’s a man over there
All clean shaven, and he’s shortened his hair
Uniform all starched, and the bodies in the ranks all enjoyed their last run ashore
Standing at ease, the boss man yells loud
Makes the hairs on ya’ back and the mummies proud
To his dorm he marched, afore the squaddies and the tanks, all deployed to a far away war
Dinner ticket gets him just enough scran
Don’t want too much cos’ he’s a cool young man
His abs are ripped, he knows the girls don’t kiss you, if they don’t get the photo story
Dinner bell rings, but no-one hears
It’s silenced by the blood and the salty tears
Battle dress stains, and the soul of my man flies away that he may fall asleep
Dinner ticket turns to a Poppy red
Bright from every breath and every mouth it fed
That’s all that remains, and the whole of his clan cries out pray be his soul to keep
21 years, that’s a hero over there
Dinner ticket blows as petals in the air
These lyrics are about...that sorry little kid who had f'' all...but for some hope...in the form of a dinner ticket to keep him going...and fighting, wm.
