The Lyrics for The Barbarians by Greta Van Fleet have been translated into 2 languages Show Children with their toys of war, whoa-oh Birthright of death with a fiery breath Funeral of any sense, oh-whoa Painted up in the red and dressed in lead, we are Are we prisoners or renegades? Well, I′ve done my time, whoa-oh Behold visions of burning skies Alas Babylon, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Mothers of barbarians, oh-whoa Were your young so spry when they left to die? We are Are we prisoners or renegades? Well, I've done my time, whoa-oh Behold visions of burning skies Alas Babylon, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Are we prisoners or renegades? Well, I′ve done my time, whoa-oh Behold visions of burning skies Alas Babylon, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Writer(s): Joshua Michael Kiszka, Samuel Francis Kiszka, Daniel Robert Wagner, Jacob Thomas Kiszka Russia is waging a disgraceful war on Ukraine. Stand With Ukraine!
English English The Barbarians✕ Children with their toys of war, whoa-whoa Birthright of death with a fiery breath! Funeral of innocence, oh-whoa Painted up in the red and dressed in lead Are we prisoners or renegades? Well I've done my time, oh-whoa Behold visions of burning skies Alas, Babylon Mothers of barbarians, oh-whoa Were your young so spry when they left to die? Oh yeah... Oh-o-o-o-oh... Are we prisoners or renegades? Well I've done my time, oh-whoa Behold visions of burning skies Alas, Babylon Whoa-o-oh, oh-o-o-oh-o-oh Whoa-o-oh, oh-o-o-oh Oooh! Are we prisoners or renegades? Well I've done my time, oh-whoa Behold visions of burning skies Alas, Babylon Last edited by  Copyright: Writer(s): Joshua Michael Kiszka, Samuel Francis
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Greta Van FleetGreta Van Fleet Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great SingerChildren with their toys of war, oh oh Birthright of death with a fiery breath Funeral of innocence, oh oh Painted up in red and dressed in lead, oh yeah Are we prisoners or renegades? Well, I've done my time, oh whoa Behold visions of burning skies Alas, Babylon, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Mothers of barbarians, oh, oh Were your young so spry When they left to die? Oh, yeah Are we prisoners or renegades? Well, I've done my time, oh, whoa Behold visions of burning skies Alas, Babylon, whoa Whoa-oh Ohh-oh, oh, oh Are we prisoners or renegades? Well, I've done my time, oh whoa Behold visions of burning skies Alas, Babylon, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.comWritten by: Daniel Robert Wagner, Jacob Thomas Kiszka, Joshua Michael Kiszka, Samuel Francis Kiszka Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc. Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind CitationUse the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:Missing lyrics by Greta Van Fleet?Know any other songs by Greta Van Fleet? Don't keep it to yourself!Browse Lyrics.comQuizAre you a music master?» In what year was the first Woodstock festival held?
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