The War Song

War war is stupid

and people are stupid

And love means nothin

in some strange quarters

War war is stupid

and people are stupid

And I heard them banging

on hearts and fingers

People fill the world

with narrow confidence

Like a child at birth

a man with no defence

What's mine's my own

I won't give it to you

No matter what you say

No matter what you do

Now we're fighting

in our hearts

Fighting in the streets

Won't somebody help me

Man is far behind

in the search for something new

Like a Philistine

we're burning witches too

This world of fate

must be designed for you

It matters what you say

it matters what you do

Now we're fighting

in our hearts

Fighting in the streets

Won't somebody help me

After the bird has flown

He walked ten thousand

miles back home

You can't do that to me, no

you can't do that to me

You can't do that to me, no, you can't do that to me