Heads bowed， eyes down， right here comes the enemy To hail the folks’s victory! Which folks? What victory? It’s the People’s Army that murdered the folks They’ve come to connect the shattered， battered statues within the sq. Heads bowed， eyes down， right here comes the enemy With a haircut and a trigger-finger， that might be me! Tanks tearing a gap within the silence I’ve bought armor-piercing rockets in my pocket–be careful! (Chatter) You should’ve seen it， the boy within the white shirt You need a battle? Yeah， you and whose military? The folks is greater than the People’s Army My dad is greater than your dad， and someday， someday Raw and offended in entrance of the enemy So it’s flip again or kill. Boy versus tank You need a battle? Yeah， you and whose military? Here soldier， have a watermelon–this’ll cool you down!