Your Children Will Be Next
Lyrics written by Neil O'Brien
Unexpected phone call and she's got something to say
"Remember Mitchy's party? Well there's a baby on the way."
Heart stops, head rocks, completely shocked, mouth as dry as sand
Overdose of reality as the phone drops from my hand
I never thought about the future, I never looked beyond today
Never cared what was happening, never thought I'd have to pay
For the hunger and oppression, displacement, terror and war
All the problems that we shrugged off we inflict on the unborn
If you tolerate this your children will be next