Testo di Missiles

now here i stand, i've got no eyes got no hands, no arms to embrace the darkest day, crossed man's way can't describe the sorrow in me missiles never win missiles never care missiles never win missiles the papers said that we would try nuclear weapons we say good-bye but a few more tests, some islands sink jack, we can do without sorrow you bring missiles never win missiles never care missiles never win missiles the dead, they cry, do we need more? where's the sense? what is it good for? missiles never win missiles never care missiles never win missiles