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They are young and theyre kids
And believe what they see
To do what theyve been told
And so they walk away with open eyes

Some are eight or nine or ten
And they die like a fly, and no one knows
Who they are, theyre smaller than the gun they load

See their eyes open wide
They died before they ever cried

They die in the streets and they die in the fields
When they do what theyve been told
But now theyre lying dead
Their eyes are closed

Some are eight or nine or ten
And they die like a fly and no one knows
Who they are, theyre smaller than the gun they load

See their eyes open wide, they died before they ever cried
Who taught them how, how to pray
Who told them theyre in paradise when theyre gonna die

They are blind and they cant fight
They want war
They are blind and they cant fight
They want war
They are blind and they cant fight
They want war
They are blind and they cant fight
They want war
They are blind and they cant fight
They want war
They are blind and they cant fight
They want war...

Youre gonna pay the price, you little devil in disguise

For taking life with no regard, youll go to hell
And there youll burn

Children in the battlefield, please dont go

Little birds with fluttering hearts, please dont go