War Babies

War babies torn from the war-time womb Raised in a rented room why are you cryin' War babies brought up to laugh at jokes Bout certain groups of folks why do you cry Why do you cry child of the times What's under your skin what's in your mind War babies you've got your Japanese toys And you've got your British noise so why do you cry Pray ev'ry night down on your knees You won't have to fight other war babies War babies get up and fix your eggs Moma is still in bed run on to Sunday school And stay for church services And you don't slam the door war babies Now how many times now how many times How many times will you all hear these lies Oh where have we failed you what in the world ails you Will you dry your eyes go wash your face and stay in your place You're just a disgrace war baby