Are you a hard-faced boy with hooligan eyes?
  Are your hands driven to murder?
  The conscience they teach you to despise
    Inna world full of the sell-out condition
  With your hands still on the triggers of the weapons of war
  You sing and choke on the tears of your hatred
  Wounded but living to fight again
  For what?
    They preach their disorder
  They make you accomplice
  And try to say there's nothing left
  For you to do
    But we can liberate each other
  Scream out against the void
  Communicate! Not seperated
  We live to arm this joy
    So, why do we do what they tell us?
  Why do we do what they say?
  Why do we do what they tell us?
  Why am I controlled by what they say?
    Right now, you can't be shut down or go mad
  Be binded not so bad
  In every tongue with every voice
  Arm this joy
    To the government, the world stage
  Our voices, this outrage
  In every tongue with every word
  Arm this joy
    Right now, hooligan captive girls and boys
  We make this noise for life
    Will you walk on the battlefield with me?
  Our hearts define widdershins against the sun
  I'm not the only one.