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