Boys marching to war
To certain defeat
They were younger than me

Guns poke through the trees
Death on a limb
They were aiming at him

And when the bullets came, he didn't duck
He wrapped her pantyhose around his neck

And he could feel their magic working
Keeping him from harm
Away to some place mystical and warm
His lucky charm

He got caught
No cover at all
He'd breathe in her scent
Not even a scratch

He didn't die
When he stepped on a mine
They were violet and soft
It didn't go off

And when her letter came he didn't cry
He wrapped her pantyhose around his eyes

And he could feel their magic working
Keeping him from harm
Even though she didn't love him anymore

You can't kill a lucky charm