Children with their toys of war Birthright of death with a fiery breath Funeral of any sense Painted up in the red and dressed in lead We are
Are we prisoners of renegades? Well I've done my time, woah Behold visions of burning skies Alas Babylon Woah, woah, woah, woah
Mothers of barbarians, woah Were your young so spry when they left to die? We are
Are we prisoners or renegades? Well I've done my time, woah Behold visions of burning skies Alas Babylon Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah
Are we prisoners or renegades? Well I've done my time, woah Behold visions of burning skies Alas Babylon Woah, woah, woah, woahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
