Little Beaver Lyrics

Conscript fathers, when they were by to see
Not inspired by our lack of honesty
Only then could i lament their services as fortunate men
Who's a fortunate man, there's a fortunate man
I play my part to abuse you as well as i can
As well as on the first occasion, as well as in the end
Only then could i regret my service as a fortunate man
Who's a fortunate man
There are no fortunate men