[Verse 1] Green plastic soldiers, on a sandy stage, Dollar bills stacked high, fueling their rage. Tiny rifles poised, a silent, deadly game, In this miniature war, who's to blame? [Chorus] Plastic and paper, a battlefield of greed, Innocence lost, a desperate need. For power and control, the fight goes on, 'Til the last green soldier is finally gone. [Verse 2] Metal jacks scattered, like forgotten dreams, Reflecting the light, in fractured, broken gleams. Each tiny figure, a symbol of the fight, For a piece of the pie, in the fading light. [Chorus] Plastic and paper, a battlefield of greed, Innocence lost, a desperate need. For power and control, the fight goes on, 'Til the last green soldier is finally gone. [Bridge] The sun beats down, on this desolate scene, A commentary stark, on what might have been. If peace could prevail, instead of endless war, And plastic soldiers, were needed no more. [Chorus] Plastic and paper, a battlefield of greed, Innocence lost, a desperate need. For power and control, the fight goes on, 'Til the last green soldier is finally gone. [Outro] Green fades to grey, as the battle ends, Leaving only questions, for foes and friends. [End]