They are young and they're kids
And believe what they see
To do what they've been told
And so they walk away with open eyes
Some are eight or nine or ten
And they die like a fly, and no one knows
Who they are, they're smaller than the gun they load
See their eyes open wide
They died before they ever cried
They die in the streets and they die in the fields
When they do what they've been told
But now they're lying dead
Their eyes are closed
Some are eight or nine or ten
And they die like a fly and no one knows
Who they are, they're smaller than the gun they load
See their eyes open wide, they died before they ever cried
Who taught them how, how to pray
Who told them they're in paradise when they're gonna die
And believe what they see
To do what they've been told
And so they walk away with open eyes
Some are eight or nine or ten
And they die like a fly, and no one knows
Who they are, they're smaller than the gun they load
See their eyes open wide
They died before they ever cried
They die in the streets and they die in the fields
When they do what they've been told
But now they're lying dead
Their eyes are closed
Some are eight or nine or ten
And they die like a fly and no one knows
Who they are, they're smaller than the gun they load
See their eyes open wide, they died before they ever cried
Who taught them how, how to pray
Who told them they're in paradise when they're gonna die
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