War Child Testo

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'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 Viet Nam"
Beneath his shirt
He wore the mark
He bore the mark of 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
Whose the loser now, eh?
Whose the loser now, eh?
We're all the losers now!
We're all the losers now!
War child
War child
War child