They snatch him from his bed
Without giving him a choice
And blood on his fingers
And it sends a chill down your spine
When you know, above all
That the fine arms dealers
The manufacturers of tears
Are cozy in our country
They kick her out of her bed
Will take her under its wing
The little girl with the small hands
A machine in front of her
Dolls, shoes
That'll make loads of people jealous
When the huge cargo ships
To have won innocence
In the great lottery of birth
We lived a carefree life
On the boulevard of childhood
They recruit from the cradle
The king of white powder
The one we sniff in Paris
The wars it starts
They pull her from her sheets
The girl who comes from there
Where blue eyes are teeming
But no last name
So that in five seconds
Men on the other side of the world
To have won innocence
In the great lottery of birth
We bathed in lightheartedness
On the boulevard of childhood
In the great lottery of birth
On the boulevard of childhood
On the boulevard of childhood
On the boulevard of childhood