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