A Different Kettle Of Very Different Fish

I'll take you down to that bright city mile

There to powder your sweet face and paint on a smile

That will show all of the pleasures and none of the pain

When you join my explosion

And play with my games

WarChild dance the days, and dance the nights away

No unconditional surrender; no armistice day

Each night I'll die in my contentment and lie in your grave

While you bring me water and I give you wine

Let me dance in your tea-cup and you shall swim in mine

WarChild dance the days, and dance the nights away

Open your windows and I'll walk through your doors

Let me live in your country let me sleep by your shores

WarChild dance the days, and dance the nights away