War Child

[Verse 1]

Who will save the war child baby

Who controls the keys

The web we weave is thick and sordid

Fine by me

At times of war we’re all the losers, there’s no victory

We shoot to kill, and kill your lover

Fine by me

[Chorus]

War child

Victim of political pride

Plant the seed, territorial greed

Mind the war child

We should mind the war child

[Verse 2]

I spent last winter in New York

And came upon a man

He was sleeping on the streets and homeless

He said ”I fought in Vietman”

Beneath his shirt he wore the mark

He bore the mark of pride

A two-inch deep incision carved, into his side

[Chorus]

War child

Victim of political pride

Plant to seed, territorial greed

Mind the war child

We should mind the war child

[Refrain]

Whose the loser now, eh?

Whose the loser now

We’re all the losers now

We’re all the losers now

War child, war child