They Still Have Their Guns

Born and raised on the battlefield Daily strain, always ready to leave To go and fight, we almost realised Spirits and love, give you strength in life Give you strength in life You were raised, drifting in the unknown You're hunting down background of nonsense Claim your rights, hopeful future for yourselves What do you intend to do? Your uprising is coming Now we're back home Where we found love They still have their guns And we're fucked up Now we're back home Where we found love They still have their guns And we're fucked up Now we're back home Where we found love They still have their guns And we're fucked up Now we're back home Where we found love They still have their guns And we're fucked up Whatever they say I want to hear your voice now I'm praying I beg them to sort out this mess Now we're back home Where we found love They still have their guns And we're fucked up Now we're back home Where we found love They still have their guns And we're fucked up Now we're back home Where we found love They still have their guns And we're fucked up Now we're back home Where we found love They still have their guns And we're fucked up Fucked up And we're fucked up Fucked up Whatever they say Now I'm praying