I wish I was a tin soldier
Steadfast
But the present looks the same as the past
And these patterns, that I call pleasure
They last
Hot waffles and cold syrup
Make a lukewarm breakfast
So I'll have them at every meal
I know I'm not the only one who knows how I feel
Steadfast
Steadfast
Steadfast
Steadfast
I wish I was a tin soldier
Steadfast
Steadfast