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, we're all losers   There's 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, territorial greed