Heavy from walking, we stopped for the night Near the shallow river, a never fright But night fell on us before dawn 'Till all of our hope was over, drawn If every man lay down his gun We would no longer be 'Cause your war is your sickness And so it's our disease O, distant constant quarreling lot Your risk is greater than what you've got Open your high road, you drag us along the long road Of our brothers gone We didn't fight back We fought to escape Smuggling gasoline for food Before we were of age Your war is your sickness And so it's our disease O, distant constant quarreling lot Your risk is greater than what you've got Open your high road, you drag us along the long road Of our brothers gone 'Cause we are so uncertain Of the future, that we may face And we don't like the burning Of the very flame we had in place Some day we will be replaced By the guns of the sons and their fatherless rage And we are not deserting But we see no course to take You hear the curtain falls And heralds the curtain calls Come out, come alive Time is no lie Everyone now, in a row So quiet and so devout Can you resign yourself to accept A better hell We'll not fall in their curse Facing life in prison or possibly worse Our fathers are calling ma** Asking us to drink from the pain of their past life O, distant constant quarreling lot Your risk is greater than what you've got Open your high road, you drag us along the long road Of our brothers gone 'Cause we are so uncertain Of the future, that we may face And we don't like the burning Of the very flame we had in place Some day we will be replaced By the guns of the sons and their fatherless rage And we are not deserting But we see no course to take