Kabul

A day in this city
Is a day in hell
If your home is still standing
Then you're doing well
Spend a few moments here
Then maybe you'd know
How it feels to spend your life
In the middle of a combat zone

Bullets fly - civilians die
No one gives a damn about what's wrong or right
What is the price of life?
In Kabul...

Oppressors on the inside
Keeping us down
Rebels on the outside
Shooting us up
They send in their missiles
Right over our heads
And then they wonder
Why half their people are dead

Bullets fly...

Everyone out West
Seems to have forgot
About a place called Afghanistan
Oh yeah - it used to mean such a lot
We said how much we cared about the people there
Now all we do
Is sell them guns and death

In Kabul...