People try to conquer the space
They wanna fly so far away
They think they are kings of the world
And can do all
And can do all

People have cars, yachts and homes
They play with like children with toys
Their kids have guns and knives
They are wicked and ready to fight

Hey, little one, don’t be afraid
Look straight ahead
Be happy ‘cause you can survive
Hey, little one, you’ve got your little gun

My son is an excellent guy
He doesn’t use [bad word] He has many good friends
Hey, man, tell this to somebody else

He’ll grow up and you won’t recognize
Your little son when you look in his eyes
He’s not that boy he used to be
He’s seen more dirt than you can see