
Who will save the war child baby
Who controls the keys The web we weave is thick and sordid Fine by meAt times of war
We’re all the losers There’s no victory We’ll shoot to kill, and kill your lover Fine by meWar child
Victim of political pride Plant the seed, territorial greed Mind, the war child We should mind, the war childI spent last winter in new york
And came upon a man He was sleeping on the streets and homeless He said, «i fought in vietnam»Beneath his shirt he wore the mark
He bore the mark of pride A two-inch deep incision carved Into his sideWar child!
Victim of political pride Plant the seed, territorial greed Mind, the war child We should mind, the war childWho’s the loser now
Who’s the loser now We’re all the losers now We’re all the losers nowWar child, war child