Standard (EADGBE)

Who has saved the war child baby?

Who controls the key?

The web we weave is thick and sorted

Fine by me

At times of war we're all the losers

There's no victory

We 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 bored 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, you should mind the war child

Who's the loser now? Hey

Who's the loser now?

Where are the losers now?

Where are the losers now?

War child

War child