(Philip Lynott)

Mama take a look at your boy,
he's a military man.
Papa take a look at your boy,
he's crying.
Papa take a look at your boy,
he's a soldier.
Mama take a look in his eyes,
they're colder.


Papa take a look at your boy,
he's a military man.
Mama take a look at your boy,
he's dying.
Papa take a look at your boy,
he's fighting.
Mama take a look at your boy,
he's frightened.


They have trained your boy to kill,
and kill some day he will.
They have trained your boy to die
and ask no questions why.


Papa take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy.
He's a killer, yeah.


Mama take a look at your boy,
take a look at him now,
take a look at your boy.
He's a soldier, he's colder, he's older, mama.


Mama take a look at your boy,
obey the order.
Mama take a look at your boy,
like a lamb to slaughter.


They have trained your boy to kill,
and kill some day he will.
They have trained your boy to die
and ask no questions why.


One day I will write for you a lovesong, mother.
As the children say: "I love you", please hold me.
And you and I, we will live our life together.
Until that day when we die, I will love you, mother.
I will always love you.


I am writing from this war.
Oh mama, I don't know what I'm fighting for.
And have you seen my children?
God bless them, kiss them,
and tell them that I miss them.


See I'm frightened in the dark,
mama, mama.
The blood is ankle deep.
They have trained your boy to kill,
and kill someday he will.
They have trained your boy to die.


Papa take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy.
He's marching,
he's a soldier.


Oh mama, oh mama.
He's on the street.
He's marching to the backbeat.