Who Will Save The Warchild Baby



Who Controls The Key?



The Web We Weave Is Thick And Sordid



Fine By Me



At Times Of War, We're All Losers



There's No Victory



We Shoot And Kill And Kill Your Lover



Fine By Me



Warchild, Victim Of Political Pride



Plant The Seed, Territorial Greed



Mind The Warchild, We Should Mind The Warchild



I Spent Last Winter In New York And Came Upon A Man



He Was Sleeping On The Streets And Homeless



He Said "I Fought In Vietnam"



Beneath His Shirt He Wore His Mark, He Bore The Mark Of Pride



A Two Inch Deep Incision, Carved Into His Side



Warchild, Victim Of Political Pride



Plant The Seed, Territorial Greed