Toy Soldiers And Hand Grenades

The children couldn't help the gifts we gave them

Wrapped up in grief and warfare

They took from them what was gold and pure

and stripped their souls clean and bare

Can

You

Feel

The heart beat inside

Beating hard

They're calling out for redemption

For themselves

Smoke fills the air tonight

And faces glow from the cannon light

The children couldn't help the gifts we gave them

Wrapped up in grief and warfare

They took from them what was gold and pure

and stripped their souls clean and bare

They need more

They need more

They need more

They need more

They need more

They need more

They need more

Smoke fills

The air tonight

And faces

Glow from the cannon light

They paid their respects

By taking their way of life

And replacing it for what they say is right

The children couldn't help the gifts we gave them

Wrapped up in grief and warfare

They took from them what was gold and pure

and stripped their souls clean and bare

(The children couldn't help the gifts we gave them

Wrapped up in grief and warfare

They took from them what was gold and pure

and stripped their souls clean and bare)