It's always the innocent who dies,
Always the babe who cries.

The Powers-That-Be raise tax more and more:
The rich become richer, the poor more poor.
They die from exposure, no roof overhead,
Or thirst and starvation, no water or bread.

It's always the innocent who dies,
Always the babe who cries.

The Powers-That-Be all argue one night.
Each sends an army out to fight.
They then sit and watch from safe up on high
While others kill for them and die.

It's always the innocent who dies,
Always the babe who cries.

The wisdom of Powers-That-Be on high
Orders the dropping of bombs from the sky.
Soldiers, civilians, all killed in one go
as the death toll of innocence mounts and grows.

It's always the innocent who dies,
Always the babe who cries.

The fields where once sheep and cattle grazed
By weapons of war now are razed.
Slaughtered carcasses are piled up high
To feed those who kill for Them and die.

It's always the innocent who dies,
Always the babe who cries.

The Powers-That-Be, to secure their new place,
Order the genocide of a whole race.
Mothers and babes, the ill and the old,
"Kill evry one" the soldiers are told.

It's always the innocent who dies,
Always the babe who cries.

As soldiers pile innocents high in mass graves
They find peace of mind to be all that they crave.
Consciences prick, say "They shouldn't've died".
Driv'n to despair they commit suicide.

It's always the innocent who dies,
Always the babe who cries.

And the Powers-That-Be do not feel any shame
For always to the the whole thing was a game.
Even though bodies now litter the board,
To them all that matters is how much they've scored.

It's always the innocent who dies,
Always the babe who cries.