His bare feet are calloused, he hikes up his pants,
His mother says, "Son you're too young for the ranks. We need food for our family not airplanes and tanks, and that's where the money's all gone,"
Eight brothers and sisters but three of them died, caught out in the marketplace with nowhere to hide,
The boy thinks God may be over on the devil's side, where the line in the sand has been drawn.

Father's screaming now, "Somebody put out the light...if God wills it now, we'll be in heaven tonight."

(Oh yeah) The bombs came down like steel rain,
(Oh yeah) Hit the ground like steel rain,
(Oh yeah) Nothing sounds like steel rain,
"It's our lot in life, son," his father explains.

When the total of life has been suffering and hate, death on the doorsteps and endless debate, then God only knows how much blood it will take before someone makes right all the wrong,
So bitter and hardened, too old for his age,
The boy screams his madness, succumbs to his rage,
Now he's just another death on the bottom of the page, and that's how the story goes on.

Father's screaming now, "Somebody put out the light...if God wills it now, we'll be in heaven tonight."

(Oh yeah) The bombs came down like steel rain,
(Oh yeah) Scarred the ground like steel rain,
(Oh yeah) Nothing sounds like steel rain,
"It's our lot in life, daughter," her father explains.

Father's screaming now, "Somebody put out the light...if God wills it now, we'll be in heaven tonight."

(Oh yeah) The bombs came down like steel rain,
(Oh yeah) They hit the ground like steel rain,
(Oh yeah) Nothing sounds like steel rain,
"It's our lot in life, daughter,"
(Oh yeah) The bombs came down like steel rain,
(Oh yeah) They hit the ground like steel rain,
(Oh yeah) Nothing sounds like steel rain,
"It's our lot in life, daughter," her father explains.