Oh, child sing, you sing
Sing for the d**h that will receive you
Oh, God, he does not wait
Oh, God has packed His things and left some time ago
Children raise your hands into the air
And form them into fists
And throw your grenades and such everywhere
I will give you a gun, I will give you a gun!
To shoot your brother down
I will give you a gun, I will give you a gun!
Go on and shoot your brothers down
Lick your lips, keep the tips sharp
You're Gonna Glow in the Dark