Take their eyes out
Awful pale now [bad word] down
The world is a curse
Fingers bleeding
Hearts growing hard
If you would go down
That's what I’ll see
Standing here now
Like a mother
Closed eye to the sun
It's all inside there

When we make busy baby you'll understand
And all that mud will turn to gold in your hand
And you wont be afraid to fight it no less
You have the power, baby, say YES

Please don't take us
Out of the rain
Good [bad word] down
Over our skin
Ships wont take us
To our maker
We're your saving grace
Your safe haven

We're your fighters
Against the sentence
To a role in life
In play by men
Centimeters
From your embrace
We don't know your name
But heard it somewhere

When we make busy baby you'll understand
And all that mud will turn to gold in your hand
And you wont be afraid to fight it no less
You have the power, baby, say YES