Put up your hands
These are here
To rob us again
The neighbours will talk
Oh, mama
You won't hear them
My mother
Oh, mother
You lost her in the war
My father
Oh, father
He stayed up late and swore
His back will bend
Take a look at those hands
Cracked and bleeding
Again
The sun is hot
It may burn us
If we let it
My mother
Oh, mother
She lay me down to rest
My father
Oh, father
He said son, try your best
My back did bend