Who will save the war child babyWho controls the keysThe web we weave is thick and sordidFine by me
At times of warWe’re all the losersThere’s no victoryWe’ll shoot to kill, and kill your loverFine by me
War childVictim of political pridePlant the seed, territorial greedMind, the war childWe should mind, the war child
I spent last winter in new yorkAnd came upon a manHe was sleeping on the streets and homelessHe said, «i fought in vietnam»
Beneath his shirt he wore the markHe bore the mark of prideA two-inch deep incision carvedInto his side
War child!Victim of political pridePlant the seed, territorial greedMind, the war childWe should mind, the war child
Who’s the loser nowWho’s the loser nowWe’re all the losers nowWe’re all the losers now
War child, war child








