Who will save the warchild baby Who controls the key? The web we weave is thick and sordid Fine by me At times of war, we`re all losers There`s no victory We shoot and kill and kill your lover Fine by me Warchild, victim of political pride Plant the seed, territorial greed Mind the warchild, we should mind the warchild 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 his mark, he bore the mark of pride A two inch deep incision, carved into his side Warchild, victim of political pride Plant the seed, territorial greed
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