Warchild

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.