We are born in World War Three
Born with a shotgun
Born with greed
World war, world war
This is a fight, this is fight number three
An S.O.S. for when I grow up
It's kids like you that make me love me
Children's cries to cheer you on
Kings and queens step aside
Twin needs to rest its arms
For aid against the enemy
For the help of man is worthless
With Christ he will trample down
And he will trample down all of our enemies rush