歌词
Make me remembered
In glory, bright for everyone
Speak of me with awe
The waning heart did implore
As it talked of peace to the sounds of peacock feet
Marching readily on to a deafening roar
Guilty, bloodied hands are digging deep in broken lands
For a just cause, to adobe draconian laws
Words that all bring death, carried on gales of stolen breath
From a chokehold to make the wary man bold
Little men with inflatable guns
Puffing hard to inflate their disposable sons
Little men with inflatable guns
Risk it all to reclaim their own place in the sun
Like Saturn devouring his young
To have his glory go on
While weeping crocodile tears for his expendable sons
Saturn devouring his young
His reign carried on
Floating on the blood of this expandable sons
Saturn devouring his young
Little men with inflatable guns
Puffing hard to inflate their disposable sons
Little men with inflatable guns
Puffing hard to inflate their disposable sons
Little men with inflatable guns
Risk it all to reclaim their own place in the sun