I saw my older brother
Go off to war for me
When I was young and tender
At the age of thirteen
At the age of thirteen
He told me he had to fight
If we wanted freedom
People had to die
People had to die
So, I could stay alive
I never understood that fact
Yet never questioned why
Never questioned why
The men in suits and ties
Sent my brother off to war
Then went home to their wives
Went home to their wives
While brothers like mine died
The only freedom that I have
Is the freedom for me to sit and cry
The freedom for me to sit and cry
With the world listening
As we bury my brother
To the sound of war machines
The sound of war machines
They say will bring us peace
But don't you see you can't fool me
At the tender age of thirteen