(Hans York / T. Armstrong) Wake up, wake up Wake my girls every morning Stand em up, Stand em up Put their warm clothes on tight Feed em well, feed em well Hope the food keeps em healthy Send em off, send em off To get the news of the world And I ought to know it Won't change for my girls But my daughters will grow in Another world Yet we're not the only ones Suffered through cause To raise up their motives Above other laws But I hold through it all A belief in our land Hold on to the spirit of the damned Lift it up, lift it up Lift the flag to its station Separate, separate We are not of their kind Send em off, send em off Men and women to fight The numbness we're facing Pa**es through crowds The patterns we're chasing Aren't allowed Yet we're not... Dresden, Panama, London and Paris Hiroshima, Netherlands, Cambodia, New York And I ought to know it Won't change for my girls My daughters will grow in Another world