Two P.M. and school is out
But the boy doesn′t wanna go home
They are free and "oops" says the boy
As his head is hit by the stone
Shout out in vain while teachers remain
In silence, 'cause they′re helpless
Guns brought to schools where stupidity's cool
So I don't want my son to go to war

Getting along
Longing to get away
Longing to get away

She says "no" and the boys say "let′s go"
She′s fourteen and all dressed up in white
One slap in the face and "oops" says the boy
And screams die away in the night
Can T.V. replace mother's loving embrace?
Brothers, I think it′s time to go

Down to the ground
Sisters, cut off these wounded blisters
Before we get too low

War
Longing to get away from a war
Longing to get away

War child, getting along
Longing to get away

War child, getting along
Longing to get away
War child, getting along
Longing to get away
War child, getting along
Longing to get away
War child, getting along
Longing to get away
War child, getting along

Longing to get, longing to get away
Longing to get, longing to get away
War child, war child

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