Missiles - Warhead

Now here i stand, i’ve got no eyes

Got no hands, no arms to embrace

The darkest day, crossed man’s way

Can’t describe the sorrow in me

Missiles never win

Missiles never care

Missiles never win

Missiles

The papers said that we would try

Nuclear weapons we say good-bye

But a few more tests, some islands sink

Jack, we can do without sorrow you bring

Missiles never win

Missiles never care

Missiles never win

Missiles

The dead, they cry, do we need more?

Where’s the sense?

what is it good for?

Missiles never win

Missiles never care

Missiles never win

Missiles