There's fighting in the streets
And there's guns beneath the sheets
And there's girls and boys fighting
For their freedom one and each
There's tears in my eyes
As I am forced to fight
Against an occupation
One greater than I
So fight on
My little bird
Oh I'm running jumping flying
Gunning faster fighting
Faster than the world
So fight on
My little bird
Oh I'm running jumping flying
Gunning faster feeling
Faster than the world
Guerrilla warfare
Was a daily struggle
But there are no trees
And this is no jungle
A partisan affair
Is there anybody there?
A lovers quarrel
Buried under rubble
So fight on
My little bird
Oh I'm running jumping flying
Gunning faster fighting
Faster than the world
So fight on
My little bird
Oh I'm running jumping flying
Gunning faster feeling
Faster than the world
So fight on
My little bird
Oh I'm running jumping flying
Gunning faster fighting
Faster than the world
So fight on
My little bird
Oh I'm running jumping flying
Gunning faster feeling
Faster than the world
So walk with me down memory lane
Oh be forced to repeat our history
So walk with me down memory lane
Oh be forced to repeat our history
