Hen i get old
I´ll get a guitar
To chase all the liars
You can tell the ones
That make you sad

I´ll give the angry and the bad
An answer to their lies
I´ll give those tyrans
What they deserve
I´ll bury your fear
And wake the dead
To clean up the mess
I´ll do my best
Say it to the children crying
Say it to the people fighting
Say it to the world, say it
When i get old
I´ll get a guitar
And when i get old
I´m gonna have the time
To go my own way
I´m gonna be the one that makes you smile
Say it to the children crying

Say it to the people fighting
Say it to the world, say it