He's five feet two, and he's six feet four He fights with missiles and with spears He's all of thirty-one, and he's only seventeen He's been a soldier for a thousand years He's a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain A Buddhist, and a Baptist, and a Jew And he knows he shouldn't kill, and he knows he always will Kill you for me, my friend, and me for you And he's killing for Canada, he's killing for France He's killing for the USA And he's killing for the Russians, and he's killing for Japan And he thinks we'll put an end to war this way And he's fighting for democracy, he's fighting for the Reds He says it's for the peace of us all He's the one who must decide who's to live and who's to die And he never sees the writing on the wall But without him, how would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau? Without him, Caesar would have stood alone He's the one who gives his body as a weapon of the war And without him all this killing can't go on He's the universal soldier, and he rarely is to blame His orders come from far away, no more They come from here and there, and you and me And brothers, can't you see? This is not the way we put the end to war