The web we weave is thick and sordid
Mind the war child
And homeless he said, "I fought in Vietnam"
And came upon a man
Who's the loser now?
War child, victim of political pride
Into his side
A two inch deep incision carved
Who's the loser now?
Plant the seed, territorial greed
Plant the seed, territorial greed
He was sleeping on the streets
Beneath his shirt he wore the mark
Fine by me
We're all the losers now
At times of war we're all the losers
Fine by me
War child, victim of political pride
We should mind the war child
We're all the losers now
Mind the war child
There's no victory
We should mind the war child
War child
He bore the mark with pride
We shoot to kill and kill your lover
I spent last winter in New York
