Hear children strong and pure

Heed not the sound of drums

Heed not the gods of war

War!!!

I was in the war

So they call me a war baby

I was born in a war

And it don´t make me war crazy

And the guns start to roar

As the fire sweeps the streets crazy

Why can´t we walk this road together

And keep our children safe and sure

War - War baby

And they made us poor

Made our future unsure hazy

Why don´t we run this race together

And keep our children safe and sure

But the arms race is on

And the tanks all roll out

All the guns are in place

We just wait for the shout

To arms, to arms

And the guns start to roar

From the ship to the shore

And the bombs start to fall

As we crouch in the hall

As they bust through the beach

Out on Omaha Beach

Why can´t we run this road together

Why can´t we hope to find a cure

But the arms race is on

And the tanks all roll out

All the guns are in place

As we wait for the shout

And the army sweeps on and on

And the navy sails out

As we rush to the edge

As we wait for the shout

As we wait for the shout

To arms, to arms

War – War baby