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