Used to stand against that board, my weapons were all strapped
I’d wait in plastic, for a time to be unwrapped
A long time ago, but I’ll never forget that day
I almost gave up, but the waiting went away
He ripped open my packaging, and that’s when we began
We beat up all the enemies, even the new ones in the van
We could battle all day long, it never got old
The plan was going smoothly, taking over the world
As the years went on, the playing would not last
But now for some odd reason, the fighting’s in the past
I’m put in a box, with other who aren’t friends
They’re all still afraid of me so they all pretend
Were dragged out to the garage, and put in a pail
Our biggest fears came true, were all up for sale
I don’t understand what happened, to all the times we played
I guess I’ll be ok, the pain will soon fade
A father picks be up, and hands me to his boy
This feeling is familiar bring someone joy
Get in the backseat of my new owners car
I look out the window; my old home is so far
I wonder where were they’ll take me, where I’m gonna go
I guess this is my life, my name is G.I. Joe
Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 7:21 AM UTC
Used to stand against that board, my weapons were all strapped
I’d wait in plastic, for a time to be unwrapped
A long time ago, but I’ll never forget that day
I almost gave up, but the waiting went away
He ripped open my packaging, and that’s when we began
We beat up all the enemies, even the new ones in the van
We could battle all day long, it never got old
The plan was going smoothly, taking over the world
As the years went on, the playing would not last
But now for some odd reason, the fighting’s in the past
I’m put in a box, with other who aren’t friends
They’re all still afraid of me so they all pretend
Were dragged out to the garage, and put in a pail
Our biggest fears came true, were all up for sale
I don’t understand what happened, to all the times we played
I guess I’ll be ok, the pain will soon fade
A father picks be up, and hands me to his boy
This feeling is familiar bring someone joy
Get in the backseat of my new owners car
I look out the window; my old home is so far
I wonder where were they’ll take me, where I’m gonna go
I guess this is my life, my name is G.I. Joe