War child, victim of political pride,
Plant the seed, territorial greed,
Mind the war child, we should mind the war child.
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 the mark, he bore the mark with pride,
A two inch deep incision carved, into his side.
(REPEAT CHORUS:) who's the loser now, eh?
who's the loser now, eh?
we're all losers now,
we're all losers now.