Lyrics:

And the little boy stared

Into the eyes of the night

Button collects price of his time

Little girl glared

Sheets of the denial

The bullets connects to the price of her crime



What have we said

Wasn't it their bed

What of our presence

Haven't we paid penance

To the new guns



Now the little boy sees

Through the eyes of delight

Levers erect note of his rhyme

Little girl bled

Sheets of the night

The lovers connect to the price of his dime





What have we said

Wasn't it their bed

What of our presence

Haven't we paid penance

To the new guns, to the new guns



What have we said

Wasn't it their bed

What of our presence

Haven't we paid penance

What have we said

Wasn't it their bed

What of our presence

Haven't we paid penance

To the new guns, to the new guns