Toy Soldiers and Hand Grenades
Downtown Singapore
The children can't help the gifts we gave them
Wrapped up in grief and warfare
They took from them what was gold and pure
And stripped their souls clean and bare
Can you feel the heartbeat inside them
Beating hard
They're calling out for redemption
For themselves
Smoke fills the air tonight
And faces look from the cannon light
The children can't help the gifts we gave them
Wrapped up in grief and warfare
We took from them what was gold and pure
And stripped their souls clean and bare
They need more
They need more
They need more
They need more
They need more
They need more
They need more
Smoke fills the air tonight
and faces look from the cannon lights
They paid their respects
By taking their way of life
And replacing it for what they say is right
The children can't help the gifts we gave them
Wrapped up in grief and warfare
We took from them what was gold and pure
And stripped their souls clean and bare
(The children can't help the gifts we gave them
Wrapped up in grief and warfare)