You've got the pen
And we run a tight thing
Why can't you get us all for good
Let's put it in writing.

On and on we argue so
Sirens blare and the whistles blow.
'Til we cannot hear anymore,
This is the score.
Oh, oh...

We've found the bear
Or are we both fighting
Why do we prance our little flag around
As if he's not biting?

On and on we bled so long
Now the bottles rise and our limbs are gone
And we cannot swim anymore
This is the score.
Oh, oh...

Now I'm a chase
My colors are falling
Two nations were removed
From where the resistance is calling.

On and on, we're fractured now
They're bound to ship those children out
On and on, no end in sight
Now enjoy them,
No made for any call for me to see
Oh, oh...

This is the score.