Behind the mask of the dictator I know there is a damaged man. Inside the man there is a frightened little boy With scary toys That somebody will make a deal with. On either side there is resistance To the thought of change. Eventually there is a moment When one by one the zen machine guns fall to silence. And all the children still alive can then be saved To turn em into good little soldiers. Oh Warrior Warrior Why do you want to k** and k** and k** The women and the children! Your mothers and your daughters! Your very own ancestors! There is no them and us and them and us at all Just other versions of ourselves.