• Now our words are spoken,
    But they just wanna fight.
    You can hear your mama calling,
    'cause you're too young to die.
    See the bombs are falling,
    Feel machinegun cries.
    Suddenly the door is open,
    But you won't go inside.


    Therefore the night is coming
    And nothing makes a sound.
    The big blue moon is shiny
    And clear stars hang around.
    We who roam the desserts,
    A dangerous amount.
    Still I keep on shouting
    "Bring your two-wheeled beast around"


    Now the war is over
    And peace has come to town.
    Change depends on revolution,
    Finally coming down.
    Great new King, start rebuilding
    And proudly wear your crown.
    We will live with peace of heart,
    'till new ones takes us down.