The wind it called us from the house
We took off running through the back
Through the woods in vain
Careless foot steps shouted out
Would we be like all the others
When it rained
We slept like puppies in a pile
Given fruits from hands
That cared for nothing
Our parents didn't cross our minds
But made us laugh they made us cry
For what we'd left behind
Oooh how we played
Oooh we should have stayed
We'd like to be your sons and daughters
Tucked in each night with a gun and water
Needless we rest with dirt for fodder
Oooh
Late contentment cooked in flames
Bellies filled with care that asked for nothing
We'd forgotten our own names
Oh how we laughed how we played in all the rolling games
Oooh how we played
Oooh we should have stayed
We'd like to be your sons and daughters
Tucked in each night with a gun and water
Needless we rest with dirt for fodder
Oooh