Good guy, bad guy, saint or sa-tan
This world leaves a question
Since when it began
Marauders, kings make them of many a man
To plunder and pilfer all that they can
We call them heroes, they destroy land
We give them a medal, they cut off our hands
A little boy grows up and kills his friend
We call him M word, world leaders they can
And they they lead us to shutter our plans
When their shroff becomes useless
With blood on his hands
It's a cold hearted story I can't understand
Why we let them do this
to us and our friends
Now, let's get some shut-eye
You sleep while they band
Stop thinking! Just feel safe
Because you can