LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
Gas-soaked rag
A child dies in silence
On the sidewalk in Bogota
Nobody stops
Shredded in minefields
Decimated on the front lines
Dead, the children of war
For their fathers' ideas
Ball at the embassy
Some sick old men
Idiots and bed-ridden
Carve up the world
Dead, the children of Bhopal
From Western industry
Gone into the waters of the Ganges
The lawyers cut deals
Dead, the children of hate
Near us or farther away
Dead, the children of fear
Buckshot in the heart
Ball at the embassy
Some sick old men
Idiots and soldiers
Carve up the world
Dead, the children of the Sahel
They blame the sun
Dead, the children of Seveso
Dead, the trees, the birds
Dead, the children of the road
Last weekend of August
Daddy was probably boozing
Two or three drinks
A few drops
Ball at the embassy
Some sick old men
Idiots and torturers
Carve up the world
Dead, the child who lived in me
Who saw in that world
A garden, a river
And men pretty much brothers
The garden is a jungle
Men have gone crazy
The river carries tears
One day the child grabs a gun
Bullets at the embassy
Attack, grenade
Slaughter at the ministry
Under the rubble, the bed-ridden