Who will save the War Child baby?
Who controls the keys?
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 Vietnam"

Beneath his shirt he wore the mark,
He bore 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
We should mind, the War Child

Whose the loser now, eh?
Whose the loser now, eh?
We're all the losers now!
We're all the losers now!

War Child, War Child