Too Young to Go

There's a twist in the way each word rolls from its mouth
Each sun would face it, leaves us frozen in its light
Little twists in the way each word rolls from its mouth
And soon they all will know,
That the barricade won't move
From the mist that surrounds quiet towns
Come the footsteps of a stranger,
Soothes the ears of the hated and the lonely
As I sing, everybody
The winter winds blow cold
Mother cries, "They're too young to go"
And soon they all will know
That the barricades won't move
They'll say,
"They're never taking us alive"
"We're onto that team"
"Do you think our kids are safe?"
"They'll teach us things they'll never know about"
So criminal, criminal, criminal, yeah
What a concept, oh
So typical, typical typical, yeah,
That they might not fight back
So criminal, criminal, criminal, yeah
What a concept, oh
So typical, so typical, yeah
Teach them well or they get blown away
In the end, it's revealed,
Twisted words help to steal long-lasting comfort,
Gave you hope, and took them both away
Though it seemed our world becomes drenched in blood, and for what
Soon they all will know
That the barricade won't move
They'll say,
"They're never taking us alive"
"We're onto that team"
"Do you think our kids are safe?"
"They'll teach them things we'll never know about"
So criminal, criminal, criminal, yeah
What a concept, oh
So typical, typical typical, yeah,
That they might not fight back
So criminal, criminal, criminal, yeah
What a concept, oh
So typical, so typical, yeah
Teach them well or they get blown away, yeah, yeah, yeah
As I sing, everybody
The winter winds blow cold
I sing, everybody
The winter winds blow
Soon they all will know
That the barricades won't move, whoa