Gm F Gm F Children with their toys of war, whoa-oh Gm F D# F Birthright of death with a fiery breath Gm F Gm F Funeral of innocense, oh-whoa Gm F A# G# D# F Painted up in the red and dressed in lead, we are Chorus: A# Cm D# F Are we prisoners or renegades? F Gm F Gm F Gm A# Cm A# F Gm F Gm F Gm Well, I've done my time, whoa-oh A# Cm D# F Behold visions of burning skies F Gm F Gm F Gm A# Cm Alas Babylon, whoa, whoa, whoa Mothers of barbarians, woah Were your young so spry when they left to die? We are Chorus - x2 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# Cm D# F Gm G# |