Lyrics:

Stop smiling or I’ll have to smile back.
I don’t want to be the father that lets his own son drawn
Too much time on our hands
Close your eyes and listen to the echoes of the war

You’re invited to be hosting the village funeral
And on this special day I’ll show you, the dark side of my hands
Don’t say a word,
Save your efforts, there’s life after the storm

We’re the kings of tomorrow

Your sister supplied us with fake horoscopes
I’m not going to tear them into pieces
Just because she let me down

We’re the kings of tomorrow