Lyrics:

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

Are we prisoners or renegades?
Well, I've done my time, whoa-oh
Behold visions of burning skies
Alas Babylon, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Mothers of barbarians, oh-whoa
Were your young so spry
When they left to die? Woah

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

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