Sleepless children
Mellow deeds
Working cla** men
Were busy kids
If I were a fighter
I could choose a side
But I'm not quite sure
Who's wrong and who's right
Sleepless children
Dying seeds
Middle cla** men
Are older kids
If I were a fighter
I could get up and fight
But I'm just a sleeper
Sleeping tight
Why would you believe me
When I don't trust myself
I thought we could grow happy
I should have known your self
and I've lost my road
Cos I left the path
Some time ago