Lyrics The Barbarians - Greta Van Fleet
Children
with
their
toys
of
war,
woah
Birthright
of
death
with
a
fiery
breath
Funeral
of
any
sense,
woah
Painted
up
in
the
red
and
dressed
in
lead
We
are
Are
we
prisoners
of
renegades?
Well
I've
done
my
time,
woah
Behold
visions
of
burning
skies
Alas
Babylon
Woah,
woah,
woah,
woah
Mothers
of
barbarians,
woah
Were
your
young
so
spry
when
they
left
to
die?
We
are
Are
we
prisoners
or
renegades?
Well
I've
done
my
time,
woah
Behold
visions
of
burning
skies
Alas
Babylon
Woah,
woah,
woah,
woah
Are
we
prisoners
or
renegades?
Well
I've
done
my
time,
woah
Behold
visions
of
burning
skies
Alas
Babylon
Woah,
woah,
woah,
woah
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