WELCOME TO YOUR WAR
(To the tune of "Welcome to the War," from the Kerry Livgren A.D.  album Time Line)
 

The bombs you choose as weapons are the sword that will divide
And the war you rain down from the sky won't stop 'til you decide
To send our troops inside
You speak of air bombardment to defend the refugees
Whose ethnic populations have been brought down to their knees
And the consequence of action is a law that Slob denies
The Serbian people still believe his lies

Welcome to your war--now beginning; no end
Welcome to your own world war
Welcome to your war--Slob will not bend
Pity the poor Kosovars

Your planes and all your sorties won't save a homeless child,
Nor families torn by "cleansing," nor daughters left defiled
You declare as just and proper a war without a goal
 Your battle plan is driven by the polls

Welcome to your war--there is no neutral ground
Welcome to your own world war
Welcome to your war--no escape can be found
Pity the poor Kosovars

And when the dust has settled, it all becomes so clear
This place that you've bombarded, all its hatred and its fear
Is still the same old Serbia, with Slobodan its king
Though blasted into rubble, while he remains, your strikes don't mean a thing
The power of your office is not a falling bomb
The war that you've committed to may well become your private Vietnam

To those who hold the future as a time when all is well
The unwanted Albanians have now seen the gates of hell
For the refugees and homeless, it's a road they must endure
Where the nightmare ends, nobody knows for sure

Welcome to your war--there's no exit strategy
Welcome to your own world war
Welcome to your war--bombs won't stop the tragedy
Pity the poor Kosovars
Welcome to your war--now beginning; no end
Welcome to your own world war
Welcome to your war--Slob will not bend
Pity the poor Kosovars
It's your own world war