World peace, world war
Little one, what are you dying for?
Well at least you have the ambiguity of a metaphor
That we've heard, for we're taught
For we've learned not to question a second thought
But I've had quite a lot these days, yeah
Whoa, what in the hell is going on
Whoa this is impossible!
There's a beautiful baby girl being born
Wrong place, wrong time
With a heart and a soul and a family torn
At the drop of a borderline
There's a beautiful baby girl in a storm
Of missiles and land mines
And I don't know what to say
Oh, whose god would want it this way?
So I call up a friend and we talk, talked about everything
From the end of the world to the start and the in between
Well I'm not a religious man but I do think I understand
That peace wasn't just some dead man's dream, yeah!
Whoa, this is impossible!
There's a beautiful baby girl being born
Wrong place, wrong time
With a heart and a soul and a family torn
At the drop of a borderline
There's a beautiful baby girl in a storm
Of missiles and land mines
And I don't know what to say
Oh, whose god would want it this way?
Ever wonder if why you're alive is because you were born on the winning team?
Ever looked at the TV and thought about how this is really happening?
Ever said something stupid with no idea how powerful those words would be?
Oh, I don't know what to say
Oh, whose god would want it this way?