mohammad is a little boy * growing up in a violent world * heard the guns
when he was five * and above the smoke he saw the flag of israel unfurled *
so what is he to think * and what is he to do? * who set the drumbeat that
he's marching to? * now kevin he was just a lad * his brother left never to
return * they said he joined the i.r.a. * and they shot him down -- now
kevin burns * so what is he to think? * and what is he to do? * who set the
drumbeat that kevin's marching to? * cause gunfire means funeral pyres * and
little boys pick up guns * battles rage for blood and country * and
they always will -- yeah they always will * until they're home * now I'm
just an american boy * only know what I see or read * I see boys dying for
a home * dying for a chance to breath like you and me * so what are we to
think? * and what are we to do? * who set the drumbeat that they're
marching to? * grab a gun, toy soldiers -- no home to call your own
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