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 Viet-Nam"
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, hey
Who's the loser now
We're all the losers now
We're all the losers now
War child
War child