White noise

Standin' in the streets of El Salvador
The last son of freedom won't fight no more
The Viet Nam era and Khrushchev have died
But the war goes on and I'm left asking why

I'm standing here at the Berlin Wall
The scent of war, thanks and bombs

White Noise - White Noise
White Noise - White Noise

Move me here, move me there
'Cause I'm a pawn and I don't care
Use me, kill me