The Barbarians

Children with their toys of war, whoa-oh Birthright of death with a fiery breath Funeral of innocence, oh-whoa Painted up in the red and dressed in lead, woah Are we prisoners or renegades? Well, I've done my time, whoa-oh Behold visions of burning skies Alas Babylon, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Mothers of barbarians, oh-whoa Were your young so spry When they left to die? Woah Are we prisoners or renegades? Well, I've done my time, whoa-oh Behold visions of burning skies Alas Babylon, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Are we prisoners or renegades? Well, I've done my time, whoa-oh Behold visions of burning skies Alas Babylon, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa