Warchild Letra

2 P.M. and school is out but the boy doesn't want to go home they are three and ooops says the boy as his head is hit by the stone shout out in vain while teachers remain in silence cause they're helpless and guns brought to schools where studidity's cool so i don't want my son to go to war she says no when the boys say lets go she's 14 and all dressed up in white one slap in the face and ooops says the boy her screams die away in the night can tv replace a mother's love and embrace, brothers i think it's time to go down to the ground sisters cut off these wounded blisters before we get to know war warchild getting along longing to get away warchild getting along longing to get away from the war you think you know who«s responsible for this developement believe me i can show you some more side by side standing in the first row pointing with fingers at each other letting the guilty ones go