my hands are weak they re a soldier with no war good fathers are hard to hold once they are gone it s the hardest time that i ve ever known i love you all but wise men say that violent roads we make that s not the end make it our own long long way down long long way to go now close all your eyes the future so bright but they ve sold all their youth for fame but i can t recall their names never and that s not the end make it our own long long way down long long way to go it s something to hold something to fight something to sho o o ow oh oh oh ahh