Four Boys Playing lyrics

Four boys playing

Found a cluster bomb

Now who's to blame

Does it really matter?

Four boys playing

Trying to be kids

In a country of war

Kicking the ball

One dead on the scene

One in transit high

Another in the OR

The last ever disabled

Why there was a war

It really matters not

Men will always fight

And die for wants unseen

Four boys playing

Back home away from war

In dreams, or in a field

Spectres still bleeding

They look up at me

With sullen, sunken eyes

Hands grasping, or still

All gestures unanswered

It no longer matters...