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?