I had grass stains for scars
Eight years old in my backyard
I played with army men in blue sky afternoon
Out of the pine trees and sap
Plastic soldiers would attack
In my imaginary wars I led platoons
Come home, soldier, dinner's getting colder
It's time to put your toys away
Marching orders, backyard borders
You will live to fight another day
Put those plastic soldiers away
At an army base in Kabul
I was nineteen kicking up gravel
From a Humvee, a flash of light burst through the floor
An RPG, the metal scraped, the shrapnel took both my legs
Now I'm living in this body
I'm a prisoner of war
Come home, soldier, dinner's getting colder
It's time to put your toys away
Marching orders, backyard borders
You will live to fight another day
Put those plastic soldiers away
A box of soldiers from the attic
GI Joes with automatics
Toys are saved, passed down to my own
He was running through the backyard
Wearing grass stains like old scars
My legs are made of steel and silicone
Come home, soldier, dinner's getting colder
It's time to put your toys away
Marching orders, backyard borders
You will live to fight another day
Put those plastic soldiers away
Put those plastic soldiers away
Put those plastic soldiers away