I'm guessing some things never change

Sore losers they've just lost the game

Trying to win the battle lost

Some just can't accept it

Some just wanna reject it

Their hearts have been consumed by hate

It takes me back to the kid who had someone fighting for him

Brings me back to a game we played when we were kids

I never played



My mom can beat up your mom

My dad can beat up your dad

My god can beat up your god too



All of the treaties are the same

Were millions of lives worth the gain

the governments using them for

They had children fighting for them

The post-war wont support them

Sugar-coated poison called crusades

It takes me back to the kid who had someone fighting for him

Brings me back to a game we played when we were kids

I never played



My mom can beat up your mom

My dad can beat up your dad

My god can beat up your god too