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'll 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
Who's the loser now, eh? Who's the loser now We're all losers now, eh We're all losers now
War child War childTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
