Lyrics:

Children with their toys of war, oh oh
Birthright of death with a fiery breath
Funeral of innocence, oh oh
Painted up in red and dressed in lead, oh yeah

Are we prisoners or renegades?
Well, I've done my time, oh whoa
Behold visions of burning skies
Alas, Babylon, whoa
Whoa oh oh

Mothers of barbarians, oh oh
Were your young so spry
When they left to die? Oh yeah

Are we prisoners or renegades?
Well, I've done my time, oh whoa
Behold visions of burning skies
Alas, Babylon, whoa
Whoa oh oh

Are we prisoners or renegades?
Well, I've done my time, oh whoa
Behold visions of burning skies
Alas, Babylon, whoa
Whoa oh oh