Little girl, so afraid 
What're you crying for? 
I offeret you my house 
But I hid my home 
I'm old yet to know I'm wrong 
The're coming from the junkyards 
Stealing our bread 
And still you keep your hopes 
Surrounding my head 
I'm old yet to know I'm wrong 
Sometimes you can't recycle 
Your frars to energy 
And so I0ve got to play hard 
Commit some penalty 
Year afteryear after year 
All our systems fail 
Scared and insecure 
They smell our trail 
I'm old yet to know I'm wrong 

I keep them at the gates 
Never tread on my floor 
We can't shoot anymore 
But they want war 
I'm old yet to know I'm wrong 
Sometimes you can't recycle 
Your frars to energy 
And so I0ve got to play hard 
Commit some penalty 
It overflows from our hands 
It wakes us up at night 
We're skin and bones and ashes 
Our defense is our fight