A day in this city Is a day in hell If your home is still standing Then you're doing well Spend a few moments here Then maybe you'd know How it feels to spend your life In the middle of a combat zone Bullets fly - civilians die No one gives a damn about what's wrong or right What is the price of life? In Kabul... Oppressors on the inside Keeping us down Rebels on the outside Shooting us up They send in their missiles Right over our heads And then they wonder Why half their people are dead Bullets fly... Everyone out West Seems to have forgot About a place called Afghanistan Oh yeah - it used to much such a lot We said how much we cared about the people there Now all we do Is sell them guns and d**h In Kabul...