The news across the land is that the bad guys win, The Devil turned my home to a city of sin. A brick through a window and fire in the streets If you want to join the riots - better move those feet You can't stop the times. A Soldier's coming home puts a flag in his yard, The Believers planning bombs in the back of a bar. The people on top are filled with fear, so we speak real low so the cops won't hear. You can't stop the times. The war across the sea split us up at home. Uncle Same hears you when you pick up the phone. The towers fell down and the crowds rose up now the Devils selling bullets out the back of his truck. What will we do? Where will we go? You can't stop the fight. The march turned to war as the sides are drawn. The bullets started falling at the break of dawn. The battle kicks off as they fired a round and they buried my hope six feet in the ground. You cant stop the times. As the dust finally settles I will carry this tune on roads across the country by the light of the moon. I watched all my friends die with the flash so I'll carry the fire of a world turned to ash. You cant stop the times. No birds in the skies or game in the hills. The winter cold hits to the bone as it chills. We'll move by the day and keep watch at night We'll keep a pistol tucked close with a bullet to bite. What will we do? Where will we go? You can't stop the fight.

Dear Mr. Matthews, I don't know how I'm writing this. We hit the streets and raised our fists, now i know I've made their list - it won't be long until we're all gone. Well I'm sorry for the mess. I guess our parents tried their best so we're drowning with the rest so learn to swim. It's not so grim. All you've known in life is love so fly forever with the doves. If push comes to shove, don't be afraid. Its all a game. I'll make this world a better place for your kids to show their face. They'll never feel misplaced or left behind. All in good time. The walls are closing in so hold tight to all your friends. This will not be the end that you can see. Fight hard and be free. I hope these words make it to you, and though I've chosen just a few i hope you will see them through and you'll grown old. I've grown so cold...

Esta mañana me levantá y descubierto una fascista aquí. O Soldado, quiero ir contigo porque me siento aquí morrir. Y si yo caigo en la guerra, tu me debes sepultar. Cava una fosa en la montaña bajo la sombra del una flor. Asi la gente, cuando la vea gritará Revolucíon! Esta la historia del un guerrillero muerto por la libertad. This morning i woke and discovered a fascist here. Oh soldier, i want to go with you because i feel here i will die. And if i fall in the war, you must bury me. Dig a grave in the mountain under the shadow of a flower. The people, when they see it, they will scream revolution. This is the story of a fighter who died for freedom.