LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
They snatch him from his bed
The child from Somalia
Without giving him a choice
Tomorrow he'll have
A rifle in his hands
And blood on his fingers
He's not even a teen
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
And the Middle Kingdom
Will take her under its wing
Tomorrow she'll have
The little girl with the small hands
A machine in front of her
To make, of course
Dolls, shoes
That'll make loads of people jealous
When the huge cargo ships
Packed like Legos
Reach us
The two of us
We were so damn lucky
To have won innocence
In the great lottery of birth
We wanted for nothing
Just think
We lived a carefree life
On the boulevard of childhood
They recruit from the cradle
The kid from Mexico
And his big sister
Tomorrow he'll have to
Sell on the down-low
Some strange flour
And then stay loyal
To the cartel's boss
The king of white powder
The one we sniff in Paris
While finding it vile
The wars it starts
They pull her from her sheets
The girl who comes from there
Where blue eyes are teeming
Tomorrow she'll have
A small handbag
But no last name
They'll ask her
In front of the camera
To pose non-stop
So that in five seconds
Men on the other side of the world
Secretly desire her
The two of us
We were so damn lucky
To have won innocence
In the great lottery of birth
We wanted for nothing
Just think
We bathed in lightheartedness
On the boulevard of childhood
The two of us
We grew up in France
We were so damn lucky
In the great lottery of birth
We wanted for nothing
Just think
On the boulevard of childhood
We wanted for nothing
Just think
On the boulevard of childhood
We wanted for nothing
Just think
On the boulevard of childhood