A Child's Crusade

Well you've really done it now
Really blown things all to hell
Buried alive beneath your spill

What will all your children say
When all their hopes are washed away
Might they love you all the same

You promised all and gave your half heart
Made your judgement be for God
And as your plans begin to fall flat
They will follow you on and die

Thought that you would save the day
Send your kids on a crusade
Leave the cleanup for the maid

People hear you belt and shout
Making chaos in the crowd
After paying for the round

You cheat their lives because they're too short
Claim the facts that you don't know
And as you sit there fat and old
Your empty sleep shall take its toll

Because you sent us overseas without the language
Or the money that we make is now on your end
Do you hate it down there well come up here and
I'll answer each and all your fears

Well the war is said and done
Nothing really had been won
Will you fare well on the run