We are born in World War Three born with a shotgun born with greed world war world war this is a fight this is fight number three an S.O.S. for when I grow up it's kids like you that make me love me children's cries to cheer you on kings and queens step aside twin needs to rest its arms for aid against the enemy for the help of man is worthless with Christ he will trample down and he will trample down all of our enemies rush
