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