Here are two songs called "Collateral Damage" which I wrote back at the time of the bombing of Belgrade:

Collateral Damage (1)
       G             D             G
I'd a neighbour was cruel to his children,
          C          D          G
The poor kids had a swine for a dad.
   C             D          G
I just couldn't stand it no longer,
      A                   D
The racket was driving me mad.
       G            D          G
It was plain that I had to take action,
       C          D       G
Put an end to his sinister games,
       C            D            G
And I felt such a strange satisfaction
            A                      D
Seeing his house as it went up in flames.
         C                D                  G
It's a shame the flames spread once they'd started,
       C             D            G
oh the smoke and the smell and the heat.
       C         D          G
In the morning I fairly felt gutted,
          C          G       D    G
but then, so was the rest of the street.

       C
But I couldn't do nothing,
   G
I had to do something,
    C          D          G
He was such a swine and a slob
       C         D             G          C
It's a pity the kids were burnt up in the blaze,
          A                        D
while the neighbour was down at the pub,
      C
But I couldn't do nothing,
   G
I had to do something,
       C       D       G
Hw was ever so nasty and bad
            C            D
Though the outcome was grim,
       G            C
it was all down to him
         G          D          G
And the matches were all that I had.


Collateral Damage (2)
    G                     C       G
Collateral damage, collateral damage,
    C       G                      D
Collateral damage, it could not be helped
    G                      C       G
So try not to panic at collateral damage,
       C            G
It was all we could manage,
       D            G
And it could not be helped .

Here's a song for young Tony,
And all his fine cronies
All the fakes and the phonies,
And the honest ones too.
   For you win some and lose some,
   And at times it gets gruesome,
   When you wonder just who's on
   For tonight's rendezvous.
          With collateral damage, collateral damage,
          collateral damage, it could not be helped.
          So try not to panic at collateral damage,
          it was all we could manage,
          and it could not be helped

And it's also for Gerry,
and the boys on the ferry,
came from Belfast and Derry,
to bomb me and you.
   For you win some and lose some,
   and you seek absolutution,
   and you wonder just who's on
   for tonight's rendezvous
       With collateral damage…

And the bombers in Dresden,
and the bombers in Vietnam,
and the bombers in Brixton,
and Hiroshima too.
   For you win some and lose some,
   and at times it gets gruesome,
   when you wonder just who's on
   for tonight's rendezvous
       With collateral damage…