Toy Soldiers and Hand Grenades

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)