War war is stupid
and people are stupid
And love means nothin

in some strange quarters
War war is stupid
and people are stupid

And I heard them banging
on hearts and fingers
People fill the world

with narrow confidence
Like a child at birth
a man with no defence

What's mine's my own
I won't give it to you
No matter what you say

No matter what you do
Now we're fighting
in our hearts

Fighting in the streets
Won't somebody help me
Man is far behind

in the search for something new
Like a Philistine
we're burning witches too

This world of fate
must be designed for you
It matters what you say

it matters what you do
Now we're fighting
in our hearts

Fighting in the streets
Won't somebody help me
After the bird has flown

He walked ten thousand
miles back home
You can't do that to me, no

you can't do that to me
You can't do that to me, no, you can't do that to me