Well it’s a beautiful day , to get away from it all
Close to perfection , to forget and recall
Never been hungry, never made sense
It’s always been greener on this side of the fence
The world’s getting smaller, for each step we take
Use an enemy’s hand to catch a snake
And then it dies my friend
And then it dies my friend

When the sins of a father become the sins of a son
And they hold it against you all these things you ain’t done
Tired of running, and ready to find out 
What are they fighting for
Where have all the heroes gone

Well it’s a beautiful day, to get down and crawl
Roll in the dirt, to  humbly fall
Cause it will die my friend
It will die my friend

When the sins of a father become the sins of a son
And they hold it against you all these things you ain’t done
Tired of running, and ready to find out 
What are they fighting for
Where have all the heroes gone

Only you can paint that fainting smile
Only you change the state of mind 

Well it’s a beautiful day , to get away from it all
Close to perfection , to forget and recall
Well it’s a beautiful day, to get down and crawl
Roll in the dirt, to  humbly fall

When the sins of a father become the sins of a son
And they hold it against you all these things you ain’t done
Tired of running, and ready to find out 
What are they fighting for
Where have all the heroes gone
What are you fighting for
Where have all your heroes gone

(c) Peter Evrard