Little girl, so afraid What're you crying for? I offered you my house But I hid my home I'm old yet to know I'm wrong The're coming from the junkyards Stealing our bread And still you keep your hopes Surrounding my head I'm old yet to know I'm wrong Sometimes you can't recycle Your frars to energy And so I0ve got to play hard Commit some penalty Year afteryear after year All our systems fail Scared and insecure They smell our trail I'm old yet to know I'm wrong I keep them at the gates Never tread on my floor We can't shoot anymore But they want war I'm old yet to know I'm wrong Sometimes you can't recycle Your frars to energy And so I0ve got to play hard Commit some penalty It overflows from our hands It wakes us up at night We're skin and bones and ashes Our defense is our fight