Faithless - Mass Destruction

Whether long-range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether soaraway Sun or BBC 1
Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruct
You coulda Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction

My dad came into my room holding his hat
I knew he was leaving
He sat on my bed told me some facts
Son, I have a duty, calling on me
You and your sister be brave my little soldier
And don't forget all I told ya
You're the mister of the house now remember this
And when you wake up in the morning give ya momma a kiss
Then I had to say goodbye
In the morning woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid
Even though I'm only a kid
Certain things can't be hid
Momma grabbed me
Held me like I was made of gold
But left her inner stories untold
I said, momma it will be alright
When daddy comes home, tonight

Whether long-range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether soaraway Sun or BBC 1
Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruct
You coulda Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction

Whether Halliburton, Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction

We need to find courage, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
We need to find courage, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
We need to find courage, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction

The skin under my chin is exploding again
I'm getting stress from some other children
I'm holding it in
We taking sides like a politician
And if I get friction we get to fighting
I'll defend my dad he's the best of all men
And whatever he's doing he's doing the right thing
It's frightening, but it makes me mad
Why do all of these people seem to hate my dad?
And if that ain't enough now I get these spots
I go to sleep every night with my stomach in knots
And what's more, I can hear momma next door
Explore the radio for reports of war
And all we ever seem to do is hide the tears
Seems like daddy been gone for years
But he was right, now I'm geared up for the fight
And he would be proud of me
If my daddy came home tonight