Gotta keep running through the war torn city,
Gotta survive he's on his own,
Past the bombed school and burnt out car
Down to the ruin he once called home
Born with bombs flying overhead
And drones that film from the cordite sky,
The western world is just a fantasy
He's saw it once on a old tv
War-child in the war torn city,
Gotta survive the living hell
He joined the masses and the exodus
Looking for utopia that doesn't exist
Warchild on the run
Keep running keep running
Warchild got no home
Keep running
Keep running
Keep running Through the bombed out streets tonight
Appolyptic playground for a orphaned child,
He's hungry and alone left to roam wild
His father got killed just like his best friends dad
His mother couldn't cope and slowly went mad
Born with bombs flying overhead
And drones that film from the cordite sky,
The western world is just a fantasy
He's saw it once on a old tv
War-child in the war torn city,
Gotta survive the living hell
He joined the masses and the exodus
Looking for utopia that doesn't exist
Warchild on the run
Keep running keep running
Warchild got no home
Keep running
Keep running
Keep running Through the bombed out streets tonight
Warchild on the run
Keep running keep running
Warchild got no home
Keep running
Keep running
Keep running
Keep running
Keep running Through the bombed out streets tonight