His bare feet are calloused, he hikes up his pantsHis mother says « Son you’re too young for the ranks »We need food for our family not airplanes and tanksAnd that’s where the moneys all goneEight brothers and sisters, but three of them diedCaught out in the marketplace with nowhere to hideThe boy thinks God may be over on the devil’s sideWhere the line in the sand has been drawnFather’s screaming now « Somebody put out the lightIf God wills it now we’ll be in heaven tonight »(Oh yeah) The bombs came down like steel rain(Oh yeah) Hit the ground like steel rain(Oh yeah) Nothing sounds like steel rain »It’s our lot in life, son » his father explainsWhen the total of life has been suffering and hateDeath on the doorsteps and endless debateThen God only knows how much blood it will takeBefore someone makes right all the wrongSo bitter and hardened, too old for his ageThe boy screams his madness, succumbs to his rageNow he’s just another death on the bottom of the pageAnd that’s how the story goes on