Versuri 05. War Child

Who will save the war child baby? 
Who controls the key? 
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 
 
War child, victim of political pride 
Plant the seed, territorial greed 
Mind the war child 
We should mind the war child 
 
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 Vietnam" 
 
Beneath his shirt he wore the mark 
He bore the mark with pride 
A two inch deep incision carved 
Into his side 
 
War child, victim of political pride 
Plant the seed, territorial greed 
Mind the war child 
We should mind the war child 
 
Who's the loser now? 
Who's the loser now? 
We're all the losers now 
We're all the losers now 
 
War child 
War child