My mother is my sunshine on a rainy day
she is the light that shows me the way...

Does Mr Bush think this is all a game?
Is the war just to bring him a little fame...

It wasn't me who got the silver
I haven't any gold...

Your long sleek hair and smiling face,
Don't hide the hurt i see in their place...

A small silver tear trickles down your face,
Leaving a long black line in it's place...

My friends are all angels in disguise,
They know what goes on behind my eyes...

My heart is surrounded by a membrane of steel,
Loves battering ram it cannot feel...

Look at all the smog disease and destruction,
In our metal world based on construction...