Where in the world are you going? To some far distant land?

To feel for yourself the heat and the taste of the sand.

It's hotter than hell here and looks just the same.

Can you tell me who's winning?

Who's in charge of this game with no rules?

 

Three children play in the back of a burnt out new car.

By the look on their faces it looks like they've driven too far.

One lost his brother, they all lost their schools

Can you tell me who's winning?

Who's in charge of this game with no rules?

 

The brave news reporter steps up to the front of the lens.

There from the back of the screen a picture it sends.

There's a yank in a tank who's crushing a taxi,

Breaking a man and his tools.

It's a game of no rules.

 

The man who is tied to the chair with the pain in his eyes,

Cos the rules of Geneva Convention no longer applies.

Beaten and spat on and kicked in the jewels,

Tortured by wires and treated like fools.

In the game of no rules.

 

Where in the world are you going? To some far distant land?

Led by the lies made up by the men in command.

The good fight for freedom or a battle for fuel?

Can you tell me who's winning?

Who's in charge of this game with no rules?

 

Morning has broken the checkpoint is blind to its fate,

As the suicide bombers strap on their payloads of hate.

Man's blind indifference as Bogle once wrote

Rings true once again and it sticks in the throat and it's cruel.

In the game with no rules.