The boys, the girls, they're just playing in the playgrounds.
Not a care in the world, there's blood on our hands.

What would you do? For the disappointed youth.
What would you do? Tell them [bad word] 
What would you say when the children ask you,
'Why do we pray is there nothing else we can do?'
Myth of a nation, illusion of relations.
Every time a childhood dies - you tell the noble lie.
Stable societies, have gone awry.
An adult born every time - you tell the noble lie.

The boys, the girls, they're just playing in the playgrounds.
Not a care in the world, there's blood on our hands.
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Sweet dreams darling, having fun.
Just remember what we have done.
The disappointment hangs in the air,
The storm [bad word]  the storm [bad word]  dear.
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