Warchild

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, were all losers
Theres 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, terrirtorial greed