Selling your own daughter for some water
Selling your own daughter for some water
Then selling the same water for a bomb
And that's the way the trade is going on
To hell with all this war
I said open the door
Open the door
You're dreaming of your children every morning
They're turning into ashes without warning
You're selling their dead bodies for a gun
It's not a dream that's how you feel a man
To hell with all this war
I said open the door
Open the door
Death is your best friend he brings you money
Money in the colour of blood
Can you find the limit of your lust
Can you see your face in all this rust
To hell with all this war
I said open the door
Open the door