(Hans York / T. Armstrong)       Wake up, wake up   Wake my girls every morning   Stand em up, Stand em up   Put their warm clothes on tight   Feed em well, feed em well   Hope the food keeps em healthy   Send em off, send em off   To get the news of the world      And I ought to know it   Won't change for my girls   But my daughters will grow in   Another world      Yet we're not the only ones   Suffered through cause   To raise up their motives   Above other laws   But I hold through it all   A belief in our land   Hold on to the spirit of the damned      Lift it up, lift it up   Lift the flag to its station   Separate, separate   We are not of their kind   Send em off, send em off   Men and women to fight      The numbness we're facing   Passes through crowds   The patterns we're chasing   Aren't allowed      Yet we're not…      Dresden, Panama,   London and Paris   Hiroshima, Netherlands,   Cambodia, New York      And I ought to know it   Won't change for my girls   My daughters will grow in   Another world