Who wi 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 were all the losers,
There is no victory.
We shoot to ki will and ki will your lover,
Fine by me.
War child, victimof 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 incis ion carved,
Into his side.
War child, victimof political pride.
Plant the seed, territorial greed.
Mind the war child,
We should mind the war child.
Whos the loser now? Whos the loser now?
Were all the losers now. Were all the losers now.
War child. X2
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