See those city lights? They speak of war tonight.
Come on child won't you get back, get back home.
See those burning fields? Surprised that you're still here.
Momma's calling you to get back, get back some.
People of these woods, they say that ya'll no good.
Steam is coming, gotta hit back, hit back some.
Try to take our trees and make us bend the knee.
Beastly brothers, gotta hit back, hit back some.