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