You with your wild innocence
me with an empty gun.
Am I dancing the dance of the dead?
Has the race been already won?

Mama they're fighting
father they're fighting
look they're fighting again.

Serious young men standing all in a row.
Fighting they're fighting again.
Follow their laughter all the way home.
I hope that their dreams are well fed.

Mama they're fighting
father they're fighting
look they're fighting again.

Choke on your youth as you soak up the truth
with fist with rock and with chain.
You'll never disguise your stupidity
or prove yourself as a man.

Mama they're fighting
father they're fighting
look they're fighting again.

You're older now much wises than then.
You've turned into fine gentlemen.
But cover your tracks
there's no turning back.
You're always and easily dead.

Mama they're fighting
father they're fighting
look they're fighting
mama they're fighting
fighting again.