Child-soldier children, from the soldier rebellion
These children rebel again
Child-soldier children, from the soldier rebellion
These children rebel again

Waiting for airships that never arrive
With crosses on suitcases
Novelty knives
They aimlessly wandered the beach all that day
Eventually most of them shuffled away

A matchbox bears my pictures
It details the reward for my capture
"Not one person here has helped me!"
Read the caption under my picture, see?

The younger they are the more fearless
They were by merchants who had offered seven ships
"We were maimed
Tortured and kidnapped
They cut off ears, limbs, and lips"

Oh my dears
When they hear the news
That's been written in tears
They will know there's no way to excuse
The lies that we use
To force them to fight

Then into their ragtag clothings
And officer sews
He says, "This will make for victorious battle
It's a magical stone"

Emmanuelle looks down at the ground
As he fumbles to with the tassels on his boots
He can still hear the sounds
Of the many rebel groups
Or the government militia
Who he'd been fighting for
No, no, he had no idea

Ahh...

Child-soldier children, from the soldier rebellion
These children rebel again
Child-soldier children, from the soldier rebellion
These children rebel again!