I lost my baby to the arms race\\
I took my baby to another place\\
To face the power of a false god\\
To face the power of a firing squad\\
And all the public pressure, the petitions and the letters to your MEP\\
Might help to make things better\\
But it won't bring my baby back to me\\
They put a blindfold on the prettiest face\\
To ever come out of that hideous place\\
I lost my baby to the arms race\\
I lost my baby to the arms race\\
Fifty pounds of silver and a thousand pounds of trinitrotoluene\\
To butcher and bewilder and to fill our cars and children up with gasoline\\
I lost my baby to the arms race\\
I lost my baby to the arms race\