Chaos rules all that is wrong
My word i write in this song
Little of the world, I do have
This makes me very glad

In poverty I speak
Its love that I seek

many imprisoned
with many scars
left alone
looking through bars

I bought the book
To say this right
I'll probably die
Before the end of the night

id dye' ya my friend
things that will never end
arms strapped in a chair
by my roots.
If I were to hug you
I'd be called a coot

znah-yu-schij i do do say
to help everyone one the way
Release what is mine
So you can have what is yours

We'll smile and shake
Over a can of Coors

I'm a man of my word
this you can tell
if I am not,
I'll burn in hell

Many things I do not control
Rosboinick I say
As we dig the hole

With my only prayer
That my life I do lease
I swear to God
I fight for peace

mnye'-ne-yi who gives a shit
I'm risking my life
To clear us from this pit

This you know
And you know well
We protect ourselves
From this living hell

For all that is due
and all that is done
I will watch the sign
Of the rising son

For hopefully
Peace and life on the earth
Has not passed

A father to be, dedicated to a child to be, but from who?