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The morning bus will come to take you downThe country road to the farthest side of townLater on the field behind the school it will be brightWhen you play a snare drum solo in the Friday football lightThe station on the corner has fired another clerkBut the strike is over and the teachers are back to workThe boy next door has gone to war, he's the next in a five year fightAnd you'll play a snare drum solo in the Friday football lightLittle man, little manAre you the heir to an empty hand?Oh, no one is sure what we'll be fighting for nextLittle boy, little boyAre you the heir to a plastic toy?With hair like that you know nobody can see your eyesYou've heard it from your mother if once, than a thousand timesYou like it long, freedom belongs to the red, the blue, the whiteAnd you'll play a snare drum solo in the Friday football lightThe jokes you hear, well who knows what they mean?There are the kids at school and the kids behind the screenAt home at night your parents fight and while neither one is rightYou'll play a snare drum solo in the Friday football lightSongtexteLittle man, little manAre you the heir to an empty hand?Oh, no one is sure what we'll be fighting for nextLittle boy, little boyAre you the heir to a plastic toy? OhDo you know who you are or how you'll know?You lay in bed last night and listened for the season's first snowUpon the roof you'll tell the truth someday, but for tonightYou'll play a snare drum solo in the Friday football lightYou'll play a snare drum solo in the Friday football light Aus Songtexte Mania