The Korean girl lay dying by the icy rutted road As the soldiers shuffled past her, their bodies hunched against the cold Snowflakes clung like small white stars to the black blood in her hair I looked for the rifle in her hands but I saw no rifle there.
The young Vietnamese boy sat wailing by his dead mother's side As behind him his home was burning as he sat there terrified I saw the terror in his eyes, war's horror and despair I looked for the rifle in his hands but I saw no rifle there.
No more dead kids,(no, no) no more dead kids (no, no) No more, no more, no more
The Kurdish children lay in the streets where the gas had cut them down Like small bundles of discarded rags in the streets of the poisoned town I saw them and wept and cried "Dear Christ" - 't was half a curse 'n half a prayer I looked for the rifles in their hands but I saw no rifles there.
The Iraqi family sprawled on the floor in violent death's blood-soaked release Beside his murdered wife and his children the father screamed aloud his grief Just a piece of collateral damage that no tears can ever repair I looked for the rifles in their hands but I saw no rifles there..
No more dead kids, (no, no) no more dead kids (no,no) No more, no more, no more.
Rawanda, Korea, Vietnam, Palestine, Lebanon Chechnya, Bosnia, Iraq, Afghanistan Other people's children, sons and daughters, husbands, wives Yet we still send our children to take other people's children's lives.
No more dead kids, please, please no more dead kids No more, (no more) no more, (no more) no more. Mmm no more, (no more) no more, (no more) no more.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
